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Lyrics by Erik Davis
Music by Mark Nichols
Performed by Dr Deb Windham

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THE POISON PATH

SHAMONICA
When I was an innocent child
Mama done told me, warned me
about the ways of sin
Mama would scold me for being
wild
And tell me to take my medicine
Which I did
They say that Eve ate the apple
Cause the serpent seduced her
with his lies
They say the fruit was forbidden
And by eating the fruit she would die

We would all die
But what if Eve were the first one
to dare?
And what if the snake were the
bringer of light?
And what if the fruit just opened
her eyes, all three of her eyes?
Put that in your peace pipe and
light it light it light it on up
What if the world is a vision
A dream from beginning to end
Why not shake the dust, the veils
from your eyes
And make poisons and demons
your friends?

A morning cup of joe
The tiny line of blow
A hit or two, you know
Intensifies the show
A long time ago
In the Hollywood hills
They swallowed the crystal
light
They spiked the punch
They drove the bus
Into the center of your
mind
The poison path
The shaman’s brew
The witch’s stew
Pandora’s box in a bowl
Straight to your mind
Let me know what you find
On the other side of the
looking glass
Eat me, drink me, gorge on
my psychedelic life force
They say that your brain is a filter

They say your nerves are
technology
So, baby, why not press all the
buttons
Punch in all the codes, do the
math, the science
Pull the switch, turn on the lights

Oh the places you’ll go
The things you will think
The creatures you’ll meet
Oh the potions you’ll drink
When you take the poison path

[Thoroughly confused, the newbies
have no choice but to hop on to
the nearest art car. The vehicle
resembles an enormous yellow
duck festooned with condoms.
(Get it? A rubber ducky!!! Har-deehar-
har...)]

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