Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

All you weirdos freaks and geeks
Outlaws living in hide and seek
Crushed orchids who fear to speak
And anyone else with a wild streak

Calling all agents of aberration
Welcome to phase eleven
Of our radical master plan
To achieve total global deviation

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This is the S.S. Rudderless
It appears we’re pretty leaderless
No one ever seems to bring a compass
And where we’re headed is anyone’s guess

Scruffy ruffians and rabble, rouse
All round pegs the square disavows
Oh ye of lofty and earthy brows
With more wit than the law allows

Astral adepts and mystic mavens
Carnival crews and gypsy ravens
Designers of slow-roll fascination
Restless jesters juggling connotation

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Clowns sporting technicolor crowns
All the movers and shakers of sound
Denizens of the underground
In for a penny down for a pound

Bards and bandits and spray-paint scribes
Bridge dwellers and roving tribes
Travelers who never appear to arrive
Just trying to keep the trip alive