Spores on Grass

Back at Eleusis, 600 BC

People got religion, and it ain't no mystery

Them little spores of ergot gave them eyes to see

And everyone got born again like Persephone

Spores on the barley, spores on the rye

Them little spores will cleanse your doors

They'll make your ego die

All throughout history, people getting high

Spores on the barley, spores on the rye

Salem, Massachusetts got turned on its head

When the baker made a batch of ergotized bread

The whole town went insane; they wanted witches dead

They blamed it on the devil, but it was the rye, instead

Spores on the barley, spores on the rye

Them little spores will make you soar

They'll make witches fly

All throughout history, people out of their minds

Spores on the barley, spores on the rye

Old Albert Hoffman, he didn't know

Just how far a little LSD could go

He put on his white coat and took a little nip

And had the most amazing bicycle trip

Spores on the barley, spores on the rye

Little molecules could be the tools to open your third eye

All throughout history, people getting high

Spores on the barley, spores on the

Spores on the barley, spores on the rye

Them little spores will cleanse your doors

They'll make your ego die

All throughout history, people getting high

Spores on the barley, spores on the

Spores on the barley, spores on the

Spores on the barley, spores on the

Spores on the barley, spores on the

Spores on the barley, spores on the

Spores on the barley, spores on the rye