Spores on Grass Songtext
von Miles Gannett

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