Heard it on the radio it's no good
Heard it on the radio it's news to me
When she getting something it's understood
Baby's got something she's not used to
Down down poppy yeah
Down down poppy yeah
Waiting on the corner wanna score
Baby wants something she's in the mood to
Baby wants something I want more
When I don't get it I get blue blue
Down down and it's really coming
Really coming down down poppy yeah
Going on the corner wanna score
Baby got something gonna get through through
Baby wants something I want more
Heard it on the radio there's nothing I can do do
She was tense and gleaming in the sun
They split her open like a country
Everyone was very pleased to be a state of
Her mind was gently probed like a finger
Everything soaking and spread with butter
And then they laid her on the table
She connected with the inhaler
And the needle was shifting like crazy
She was she was completely still
It was like a painting of a vase
She just lay there and the gas traveled fast
Thru the dorsal spine and down and around
The anal cavity her cranium it was really great man
The gas had inflicted her entire spine
With the elements of a voluptuous disease
With a green vapor made feel light
I moved thru the door I saw the wheel and it was golden
And oh my God I finally scored
I turned the channel station after station
I don't think there's any station
Quite as interesting to me as the 12th station
I turned in to the tower too many centuries
Were calling to me spinning down thru time
Oh watch them say you're too high
Before him we didn't worship suffering
Didn't we laugh and dance for hours
We were having fun as we built the tower
I saw it spiraling up into his electric eye
I felt it go in and started to cry
Oh God are you afraid
Why did the tower turn you off babe
I want to feel you in my radio
Goddamn in my radio
If you want to go go if you want to see
If you want to go as far as she
You must look God in the face
Heard it on the radio heard it on the radio
One long ecstatic pure sensation restriction started excreting
Started excreting ah exhilarating bottomless pit
Hey Sheba hey Salome Venus eclipsing my way ah
You're vessel every woman is a vessel is evasive is aquatic
Everyone silver ecstatic platinum disk spinning
Poppies was written by Patti Smith & Richard Sohl.
Poppies was produced by Jack Douglas.