I dreamed I was a pigeon Slipping through the heavens Like a 747 Everyone left down below Locked in a house of my invention Learning the "don't"s of fire prevention If I roast marshmallows over their bodies Do you think god will still find their souls? Just want to be like we used to Under the influence Just want to see like we used to Under the influence Under the in-- I dreamed I was a White Tip Slipping through the Pacific My heart for a shipwreck And your legs left down below Some things they come All things they go There ain't nothing like exploding If you've got Something to explode Something Just want to be like we used to Under the influence Just want to see like we used to Under the influence Under the in-- Just want to be like we used to Under the influence Just want to see like we used to Under the influence Under the in-- ah, ah Under the in-- ah, ah