Grade 8
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I did all my acid in Grade 8
That was the old days, when acid had names
Flavors, as it were
Windowpane, Orange Sunshine
But then things shifted
Acid stopped having names
And chips became flavored
That's progress?
I can remember a time when you can get Orange Sunshine
Windowpane, or Purple Microdot
But the only chips you can get are plain
Or, in some stores, rippled
Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in Grade 8
I gobbled it right quick, I couldn't get enough of it
I did all my Southern Comfort in Grade 9
One bottle, ooh, what a night
This is how Janis died?
What a sickly way to go
And kinda sweet too, you know?
Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in Grade 8
I did all my hash in Grade 7
Thought I was going to say "10", didn't 'cha? Uh-uh
The thing I hate about hash, apart from the revolting taste
Was the way it made your eyes stare inside your tiny little body
Just sittin' there, listening to Uriah Heep
A little of that goes a long way
Same as acid, I guess you could say
Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in Grade 8
It might have got low for me
But I never did eat no vegetarian chili
It might have got low for me
But I never did consume the Eastern philosphies
Which I used to think, you know, was Eastern Canada
Fisherman's philosophies, as in "Ah, the old sea"
Cut to the chase
I loved all my love in high school
I gave all my love to those three seperate, cruel, cruel queens
Shelly Warwick, Susan Moriarity, Tammy Gorgonchuck
And, now, I walk around in a hash-less,
acid-less, un-Southern-Comfort-able haze
And, as I do, I think about my income tax
That was the old days, when acid had names
Flavors, as it were
Windowpane, Orange Sunshine
But then things shifted
Acid stopped having names
And chips became flavored
That's progress?
I can remember a time when you can get Orange Sunshine
Windowpane, or Purple Microdot
But the only chips you can get are plain
Or, in some stores, rippled
Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in Grade 8
I gobbled it right quick, I couldn't get enough of it
I did all my Southern Comfort in Grade 9
One bottle, ooh, what a night
This is how Janis died?
What a sickly way to go
And kinda sweet too, you know?
Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in Grade 8
I did all my hash in Grade 7
Thought I was going to say "10", didn't 'cha? Uh-uh
The thing I hate about hash, apart from the revolting taste
Was the way it made your eyes stare inside your tiny little body
Just sittin' there, listening to Uriah Heep
A little of that goes a long way
Same as acid, I guess you could say
Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in Grade 8
It might have got low for me
But I never did eat no vegetarian chili
It might have got low for me
But I never did consume the Eastern philosphies
Which I used to think, you know, was Eastern Canada
Fisherman's philosophies, as in "Ah, the old sea"
Cut to the chase
I loved all my love in high school
I gave all my love to those three seperate, cruel, cruel queens
Shelly Warwick, Susan Moriarity, Tammy Gorgonchuck
And, now, I walk around in a hash-less,
acid-less, un-Southern-Comfort-able haze
And, as I do, I think about my income tax
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.46] I did all my acid in Grade 8
[00:13.54] That was the old days, when acid had names
[00:17.13] Flavors, as it were
[00:19.54] Windowpane, Orange Sunshine
[00:24.41] But then things shifted
[00:27.70] Acid stopped having names
[00:29.31] And chips became flavored
[00:32.43] That's progress?
[00:34.83] I can remember a time when you can get Orange Sunshine
[00:38.09] Windowpane, or Purple Microdot
[00:41.28] But the only chips you can get are plain
[00:43.27] Or, in some stores, rippled
[00:45.05] Cut to the chase
[00:48.10] I did all my acid in Grade 8
[00:52.93] I gobbled it right quick, I couldn't get enough of it
[01:00.65] I did all my Southern Comfort in Grade 9
[01:06.26] One bottle, ooh, what a night
[01:10.99] This is how Janis died?
[01:13.18] What a sickly way to go
[01:15.41] And kinda sweet too, you know?
[01:17.89] Cut to the chase
[01:21.36] I did all my acid in Grade 8
[01:27.25] I did all my hash in Grade 7
[01:31.69] Thought I was going to say "10", didn't 'cha? Uh-uh
[01:35.59] The thing I hate about hash, apart from the revolting taste
[01:39.84] Was the way it made your eyes stare inside your tiny little body
[01:44.81] Just sittin' there, listening to Uriah Heep
[01:47.86] A little of that goes a long way
[01:50.90] Same as acid, I guess you could say
[01:53.17] Cut to the chase
[01:56.59] I did all my acid in Grade 8
[02:01.75] It might have got low for me
[02:05.60] But I never did eat no vegetarian chili
[02:07.92] It might have got low for me
[02:09.39] But I never did consume the Eastern philosphies
[02:14.32] Which I used to think, you know, was Eastern Canada
[02:16.72] Fisherman's philosophies, as in "Ah, the old sea"
[02:22.01] Cut to the chase
[02:24.93] I loved all my love in high school
[02:29.46] I gave all my love to those three seperate, cruel, cruel queens
[02:34.00] Shelly Warwick, Susan Moriarity, Tammy Gorgonchuck
[02:40.83] And, now, I walk around in a hash-less,
[02:44.62] acid-less, un-Southern-Comfort-able haze
[02:46.15] And, as I do, I think about my income tax
[02:48.42]
[00:13.54] That was the old days, when acid had names
[00:17.13] Flavors, as it were
[00:19.54] Windowpane, Orange Sunshine
[00:24.41] But then things shifted
[00:27.70] Acid stopped having names
[00:29.31] And chips became flavored
[00:32.43] That's progress?
[00:34.83] I can remember a time when you can get Orange Sunshine
[00:38.09] Windowpane, or Purple Microdot
[00:41.28] But the only chips you can get are plain
[00:43.27] Or, in some stores, rippled
[00:45.05] Cut to the chase
[00:48.10] I did all my acid in Grade 8
[00:52.93] I gobbled it right quick, I couldn't get enough of it
[01:00.65] I did all my Southern Comfort in Grade 9
[01:06.26] One bottle, ooh, what a night
[01:10.99] This is how Janis died?
[01:13.18] What a sickly way to go
[01:15.41] And kinda sweet too, you know?
[01:17.89] Cut to the chase
[01:21.36] I did all my acid in Grade 8
[01:27.25] I did all my hash in Grade 7
[01:31.69] Thought I was going to say "10", didn't 'cha? Uh-uh
[01:35.59] The thing I hate about hash, apart from the revolting taste
[01:39.84] Was the way it made your eyes stare inside your tiny little body
[01:44.81] Just sittin' there, listening to Uriah Heep
[01:47.86] A little of that goes a long way
[01:50.90] Same as acid, I guess you could say
[01:53.17] Cut to the chase
[01:56.59] I did all my acid in Grade 8
[02:01.75] It might have got low for me
[02:05.60] But I never did eat no vegetarian chili
[02:07.92] It might have got low for me
[02:09.39] But I never did consume the Eastern philosphies
[02:14.32] Which I used to think, you know, was Eastern Canada
[02:16.72] Fisherman's philosophies, as in "Ah, the old sea"
[02:22.01] Cut to the chase
[02:24.93] I loved all my love in high school
[02:29.46] I gave all my love to those three seperate, cruel, cruel queens
[02:34.00] Shelly Warwick, Susan Moriarity, Tammy Gorgonchuck
[02:40.83] And, now, I walk around in a hash-less,
[02:44.62] acid-less, un-Southern-Comfort-able haze
[02:46.15] And, as I do, I think about my income tax
[02:48.42]