Crawl across the killing floor.
Psycehdelic rock and roll with sonic and spacey overtones.
Psycehdelic rock and roll at worst slightly self-indulgent, at best totally orgasmic.
Story behind the song
A love song to vinyl.
Lyrics
Wake up, no need to open up your eyes. You see my life's a record and I wanna play both sides. You see I get the chills, whenever you are near and I just can't believe what I was given to hear. So I'll go back home, drink some electric wine, you know it's the only thing that makes you divine. So I'll crawl across this bloodied killing floor, I told you once that I'll be your man but I will gladly be your whore. And I said hey hey won't you listen to me I'm not the boy you loved at 17.
Think I'll check back in, to my room at Morrison hotel, I'm gonna walk on down the hallway baby, I'm gonna give em a call. Gonna say hello to Robby and John, I'm gonna go pay homage to the lizard king, you know he can do anything.
So I'll crawl across, this bloodied killing floor, and I feel so divine when you make me your whore. I'm gonna go have a slice of Humble Pie, I'll ride JEfferson Airplane, it's the only way to fly. But you can't help me if I don't help myself, you've got me confused with somebody else, and I can't be helped, if I don't listen to you.
