The Backyard Of My Life
Dr John The Night Tripper
Dr john the night tripper
Stumbles through a wall of smoke
Captain creepy the day sleeper
Told another dirty joke
Walking down a spiral staircase
Talking to a rocking horse
Witch was never there in the first place
With a fist full of purple pills
Late nights down at Beverly hills
In mushroom clouds and angel dust
Dr john the night tripper
your gold has turned to rust
The liberation of lady Lucy
a pretender to the throne
Whispers to jumping Judy
You cant get blood from a stone
A poem written on the underground wall
Spray painted by a gypsy with a Crystal ball
Tells the story of her life
Walking home in the dirty driving rain
Leaving a Los Angeles club again
With cocaine cocktails and some hash
Dr john the night tripper
you've smoked all your stash
Sick sally the junkie
Try's to melt her blood
Captain creepy the curb crawler
Was up to no good
Dr john was flying playing a silver flute
He left that night wearing a peacock suit
Heading down a road to nowhere
With a fist full of purple pills
Late nights down at Beverly hills
In mushroom clouds and angel dust
Dr john the night tripper
your gold has turned to rust
by Keith Hagger
