Strange young girls
Coloured with sadness;
Eyes of innocence
Hiding their madness.
Walking the strip
Sweet, soft, and placid
Offering their youth
On the altar of acid.
Thinking these gifts
Were sent by the dove;
All for the trip
Accompanied by love.
Gentle young girls,
Holding and talking;
Wisdom flows childlike
While softly talking.
Colors surround them
Bejewling their hair;
Visions astound them,
Demanding their share.
Children of Orpheus
Called by the dove:
All for the trip
Accompanied by love.
Thinking these gifts
Were sent by the dove;
All for the trip
Accompanied by love.