Adam Schlesinger - Supercollider lyrics

Multicolored microbus Plowing over rugged terrain We're jacking the radio Pa**ing the afternoon train Around the roses She showed us hyacinths and sage Gold-plated garden tools Sunlamps, and it's all the rage Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out You never know what you will find When you go out of the blackness Into the great big sky Supercollider Shooting inside your mind Gather round the gas tower Don't it kinda look like a bong? I heard it backwards Hidden in a Pink Floyd song Stella radiata It's got to set your mind at ease Spinning on the tire swing Flying like Tarzan through the trees And back to the bus when the sun goes down Try to aim it back into town We're riding out of the blackness Into the great big sky Supercollider Shooting inside your mind Supercollider Shooting inside your mind And coriander grows along the banks Where we go walking at night Creeping slowly over the grounds We tiptoe round the garden Trying not to tramp it down Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out You never know what you will find When you go out of the blackness Into the great big sky Supercollider Shooting inside your mind Supercollider Shooting inside your mind