. Im sending you knew this photograph of me in my new car But I hate to say I miss you cause you dont need me anymore I politely say I miss you but we know you dont mean that anymore Like when the toc tic finally caught you then you weaseled through the door Through the door of consciousness San Francisco, Oh you think its over Oh you make it so long on me Someone who smokes pot in the summer Pot in the Summer with me Oh destructo, youre so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking window No destruction in the waking hour No corruption on the mountain high "Same for the rest of the song." Im talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war The aliens and armory that bond hers to Gods door Now you think that I dont know but I know you to know quite well That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel Theres no need to be an asshole, youre not in Brooklyn anymore You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor And I know youre gonna try to take my big mouse Take the panels off my greenhouse Oh but the door of consciousness isnt open anymore Oh you think its over, oh its over with me Someone who smokes pot in the summer Pot in the Summer with me Oh destructo, youre so destructive Oh you so destructive to me No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking wind No destruction in the waking hour No corruption on the mountain high No destruction in the waking hour No destruction in the waking window No destruction, no destruction No destruction?