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LSD or POT, it's on the roof, oh

yeah, 100 proof, oh yeah, it's in my

locker, oh yeah, I'll get the vodka, oh

yeah, I'll get the preacher, oh yeah, I'll

get the marika, oh yeah, I'll be my

preacher, oh yeah, I'll see cocaine, oh yeah,

LSD's got a hold on me.

LSD or POT, oh she push, oh she

push, oh she freaks, oh she freaks, LSD

or POT, LSD or POT, it's on the

roof, oh yeah, 100 proof, oh yeah, it's

in my locker, oh yeah, I'll get the

vodka, oh yeah, I'll get the preacher, oh

yeah, I'll see cocaine, oh yeah, I'll be

When the local population starts to worry about

your mood, starts to wonder why the clouds

are in your eyes.

You can tell amidst the flowers are the

cinder in the air.

But don't ♪ But almost under your disguise

♪ Hey ♪♪ ♪ I can't reveal what's

inside or behind me ♪ And thoughts that

are real I can't feel ♪ They won't

find me and hey ♪ Put the clock

back on the wall ♪ I've been away

where the night meets the morning ♪ And

flashes of green bring the day ♪ And

it's morning ♪ Hey ♪ Put the clock

back on the wall ♪ When the local

population ♪ Starts to act a little strange

♪ Starts to make you giggle to yourself

inside ♪ And he'll ask you why you're

laughing ♪ As he laughs along with you

♪ You don't know but you both laugh

so hard you cry ♪ Hey ♪♪ ♪

I can't reveal what's inside or behind me

♪ And thoughts that are real I can't

feel ♪ They won't find me and hey

♪ Put the clock back on the wall

♪♪ ♪ Hey ♪ Put the clock back

on the wall ♪♪ ♪

Hey ♪ Put the clock back on the

wall ♪♪ ♪ Hey ♪ Put the clock

back on the wall ♪ ♪♪ -♪♪

I think she's in shock, doctor.

That's not shock, miss.

She's just had a bum trip.

He's having a bad reaction from a session

of LSD.

I gave her 50 milligrams of Thorazine and

washed her jaundice.

Don't knock her out, doc.

I've got a couple of questions to ask

her.

I gave you three, Harry.

I want her to sleep.

She can sleep later.

There's a pretty young girl in a slab

downtown with her stomach cut open, and I'd

like to find out who the butcher is.

Oh, that's nice.

-♪♪ Wait outside.

Sit down and shut the hell up.

Did you order this, Doyle?

Who are they?

Are you crazy?

This is a hospital room, not your crummy

lineup.

Listen, mister.

One of these unholy three cut up that

dead kid.

I dragged a whole lot of them out

of an orgy on the east side, and

I've got about 20 more refugees downtown who'll

swear they saw these three with the dead

girl.

Now, if I do this right tonight, I'll

get the killer.

And if I wait and they get smart,

it ain't so easy.

So don't get so damned excited.

Now what am I going to tell people?

Vanessa.

Suck it to me, baby.

Stick the old knife in there.

I'm a swordsman.

All right, Sonny, did you kill her?

No, man.

You didn't listen.

I said I'm a swordsman.

Are you a policeman?

Yes, Susan, I'm a policeman.

Tell me what happened at the party.

So smart.

So damn smart.

Tell me what happened at the party tonight.

Tell me about Vanessa.

I don't remember.

I can't remember.

Come on, Susan.

Hold it, Harry.

Don't push it.

Look, I want to find...

I know.

You told me.

Give her a chance.

Take it easy.

Susan, I'm Dr. Goldman.

Oh, God, Vanessa, what have I done?

Well, miss, you've really done it.

What have you done?

Hold it, Harry.

Susan, it's Dr. Goldman again.

I know you feel rotten, but if you

can give this officer some information, he'll be

able to sleep a lot sooner.

You understand?

She goes to school at Windmere.

Then tell me about school.

School?

What do you want to know about school?

I'm in better shape than this kid.

Get your hands off her, you scum.

Let's hear it, kid.

I'll tell him whatever I damn please.

Susan came over to Windmere last month at

the start of the fall semester.

She spent her freshman year at some other

school and was switching over.

You know, brains.

Susan was to room with Van.

With Van and me, because we're all sophomores.

Our freshman year roommate was expelled.

We first saw Susan from our window.

Van and I were just lounging around that

day.

We didn't expect her to show till the

day after.

It's little Bo Peep with ding-a-ling

bells.

You think that's our girl?

She keeps looking up here.

Maybe she's horny.

That's your bag, baby.

Yeah, she's coming up.

Just between us girls, she's going to be

fun.

I saw her first.

Why don't you straighten up the joint for

our guest?

How's that?

Great.

Come in.

Come in.

This is room 41, isn't it?

Why don't you just check on that, Van?

This is the place.

Hi, I'm Susan McGuire.

I'm Mickey.

That's Vanessa.

Hi.

I didn't mean to catch you girls.

You're the first one that ever caught us.

Well, if this is the place, I guess

I'll move in.

I'm going to take a shower.

I feel unclean.

Did you ever feel unclean?

You know, the hardest part of my whole

trip here was navigating the campus streets.

I wasn't lost so much as I was

cramped.

Cars all over the place.

I guess everybody decided to arrive today.

They're still coming in.

Oh, yeah?

I don't suppose you know anything about James

Joyce.

Are you a lit major?

Yeah, Vanessa's in fine arts.

I'm chemistry.

I just transferred over from Belmore.

Whitmer has such a great chem department, and

since I'm on a state scholarship, I mean,

wait a minute.

Boyfriend?

No, my old professor.

That's what I say, boyfriend.

No, it's just...

Don't be shy.

It's just that I don't want to sound

like I'm bragging.

Well, he wrote me this beautiful letter when

I left Belmore.

He said...

Come on.

Well, he said I was an artist.

He predicted I would do great things here

at Whitmer.

He was very nice to me.

Do you ever win any prizes?

Oh, I won a couple.

And you're on a scholarship, too, huh?

Who wants it next?

No, you go.

Hey, listen, Van.

This kid's a chem major, a real whiz.

Prizes and stuff, you know the type.

So?

The stuff.

She could make real good acid, I bet.

No, thanks.

Listen, she won these prizes and a scholarship,

and she's got a great letter from some

kook in her old school.

The kid's a pro.

Pro?

Pro.

But she's square.

Give her to T.J. Let him love

her up a little.

She's a joiner, you can see that.

And she wants advice.

And everybody wants a little lovin'.

Why not?

Tonight we'll bring her with us over to

his place.

She can meet the rest of the kids,

and T.J. can put the squeeze on

her.

Yeah, tonight we'll get Dickie Bird initiated.

Hey, Susan.

We're only going to a small party with

some friends of ours.

But get together before classes start.

Well, have a nice time.

If you'd like to join in.

Why, thank you very much.

Hi, lover.

Guess who?

Hey, Van.

Get any lately?

How could I, baby?

All girls, remember?

So, what's doing?

You and Mickey still coming tonight?

Yeah, sure, but I've got some great news.

My brand new roomie's a chem major.

So?

So, LSD, stupid.

We'll bring her over to meet the mom

tonight, but really to meet you.

Move her up a little.

Maybe we'll have a batch on our hands.

You sure she can make it?

No doubts about it.

She's a pro.

She must be square.

Will she go for it?

Baby, with you at the wheel, she'll go

for it.

First you do a sincerity thing, then get

it done.

Okay, goddess.

Eight o'clock.

And listen, T.J., who does I count?

Don't worry.

Okay, see you later.

After Van hung up, these jerks that had

been riding by finally got up enough guts

to come over.

Van was always soft with bikes, so she

figured we'd kill an hour or so before

the party.

These dopes never thought they'd get it so

easy.

You're admitting you girls set Susan up with

his bum to persuade her to make your

LSD.

Bum, huh?

What the hell do you think you are?

Sonny, if you don't want another slap in

the head, keep it up.

Shut up, T.J. Let me tell him

the story.

Wait a minute.

Maybe we're wasting a lot of time.

Do you know who killed Vanessa, Mickey?

But I want to tell you the whole

story, or you'll never understand.

No, I'll tell him what happened.

No, Susie, you're in no shape to talk.

It's okay now.

I think I can.

Did you go to that get-together that

night at T.J.'s? Who do you think

you are?

What?

Tell me if you went to that party.

Yes, we all went.

Van told me a friend would pick us

up.

It turned out to be T.J. I

thought that he was very good-looking and

so well-dressed, and, of course, a perfect

gentleman.

The girls talked kind of dirty in the

car on the way over, but he made

them stop.

Like Vanessa and Mickey were discussing sex techniques,

and he told them to change the subject

or walk.

I was very grateful.

I love you And everybody knows it Everybody

knows it I'm not ashamed To tell it

to the world And I think that shows

it I tell everyone how we meet When

I'm walking down the street And when we're

out in a crowd Don't you know I

just T.J.'s

apartment was rather comfortable-looking, even with all

his odd-looking friends lying about.

Vanessa and Mickey joined right in.

I guess I looked a little nervous.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

-oh He took me

into his bedroom, where it wasn't so noisy.

Susan, this is Dr. Paul Vance.

He's the youngest professor in the English department.

Very happy to meet you, sir.

Hi.

My name's Harriet.

Susan, did you say, T.J.? I think

this is the only quiet room in the

whole apartment.

Oh, my, I'll say.

I've never seen so many strange-looking people.

Well, you have to put up with all

kinds of woodmen, right, Doc?

True, but nevertheless, they're all very intelligent people,

Susan.

Oh, I'm sure they are.

Indeed.

I suppose their odd habits result from their

rebellion, from the fact that they're just being

introduced to college.

When you come to college, you're introduced to

all sorts of new ideas, things that don't

quite gel with what you've been taught at

home.

Yes, I can understand that.

Can you, Susan?

Can you really?

Why, I...

Forgive me, Susan, but you strike me as

the kind of girl who's been rather close

to her parents, hmm?

Yes, yes, I'm close to my parents, but

I'm really not that old-fashioned.

Would you like a drink, Susan?

Uh, something gentle, please.

Doctor?

No, we're all right.

Forgive me again, Susan.

I can see after having spoken to you

that T.J. has himself a real fine,

intelligent girl.

Please, Dr. Vance, give me a chance.

Well, then, when you came in, Harriet and

I were discussing how people have prejudices against

certain hallucinatory drugs.

Lysergic acid, diethylamide, for example.

You're familiar with the problem, of course.

The problem?

Oh, of course, yes.

I've read several things about it.

The problem being that ignorant people are foistering

their middle-class ideas into an area they

really know nothing about.

Yes, certainly.

LSD, a completely harmless drug, much less harmless

than this, for example, is being classed as

an addictive drug.

Well, as we all know, it certainly is

not.

But since it must be obtained in back

alleys and such, the use is thought of

as criminal.

It's preposterous.

Dr. Susan may not agree with all of

these ideas.

I wouldn't want to embarrass her.

Oh, no, T.J. It may very well

be a misunderstood thing.

But I'm not what you'd call a pioneer.

Pioneer?

Do you think that if you took this

LSD, you'd be a pioneer, Susan?

There are thousands of LSD users.

Husbands and housewives.

The very normal people that you speak of.

Hail to thee, oh, middle classes.

Very nice, Harry.

Just quiet.

Look at me, Susan.

Do I look deranged?

Why, of course not.

Do I look like a criminal?

And if we're immoral, then all those people

who drank during Prohibition are even more so.

Yeah, let's all hear it for Al Capone.

I have to go somewhere where there's a

little peace and quiet.

You remember what I told you, Susan.

You think about it.

I'm awfully sorry, T.J. I hope you

don't think me prudish or anything.

No, honey.

I mean, Susan.

But you must admit, Dr. Vance certainly has

some valid points.

I don't know.

Susan.

You're a very lovely girl.

I can't reveal what's inside or behind me

And thoughts that are real, I can't feel

They won't find me And hey, put the

clock back on the wall I've been away

where the night meets the morning And flashes

of gray bring the day and it's morning

And hey, put the clock back on the

wall When the local population starts to act

a little strange Starts to make you giggle

to yourself inside And he'll ask you why

you're laughing as he laughs along with you

You don't know, but she won't laugh so

hard you cry Hey!

Hey!

I can't reveal what's inside or behind me

And thoughts that are real, I can't feel

They won't find me And hey, put the

clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall That

evening was only the beginning of a warm

friendship That turned to love, at least on

my part TJ was heavenly to me I

learned that he wasn't a student like the

rest of us His father owned the college

hangout in town He'd pick me up after

classes every day We went out every weekend

It was love, as I'd always pictured it

Then last weekend, we went on a picnic

Out onto the beach It was the first

time I'd ever been there It was cold,

but it was wonderful Just the two of

us, laughing, talking And later on, we...

Well...

After that, I was totally his And I'd

have done anything he'd ask It

was just after that night he handed me

the LSD formula And asked me to try

it I loved him so, I agreed I

went to the lab a few days later

To complete an experiment I'd been assigned After

I'd finished, I began the LSD I found

it a lot harder to make than I'd

imagined I couldn't help feeling a little guilty

I hadn't seen TJ since the beach And

it began to seem not really right I'd

been working about an hour when my professor,

Dr. Bookman, surprised me I told him I

was doing my homework He looked at what

I was making And told me I had

the color all wrong And to be more

careful After a minute or two, it seemed

like an hour He left My heart was

in my mouth, but I went right back

to the LSD And completed it that night

I handed the bottle over to Van and

Mickey as TJ'd asked They said they'd been

in touch with him And decided we all

go to New York this weekend I was

sorry I gave Vanessa the LSD The minute

I did I really thought TJ would call

Vanessa said he'd meet us in New York

But our trip there was only secondary to

the trip we'd take after we arrived The

thought about going to New York didn't excite

me as much as seeing TJ But they

promised he'd be there I agreed to go

Friday morning when he still hadn't called And

after class as we left in my car

We signed out by telling the house mother

we were going to my house for the

weekend Mickey talked of the LSD effect as

an intellectual stimulant Vanessa told her to come

off it And get set to swing I

tried making jokes, but they all fell flat

I remember talking about TJ How happy I

was to have met him And thanked him

for introducing me to him Oh

Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

Vanessa's idea of fun apparently had no limit

She asked the hotel desk clerk if he

had had any lately The poor man turned

all sorts of colors Then she said she

was talking about milk And said he looked

like he needed it Shower

time Just throw me a towel, I'm so

hot now, I'm dripping already Hi

Maxie We are directly above you Come on

up Yeah And bring a bottle Take

the first shower if you want to Susan,

I'm going to smoke a cigarette Oh, that's

the nicest offer I've had all day Thanks

Hiya gang Get off of me you big

creep Go get me a glass Ah, big

deal Woo

Mickey, Vanessa No baby, only me Where's

the acid kid?

Ben tells me you've got it I told

you she'd make it, I've got it You

say you love me But you want to

leave me We didn't stay very long at

the hotel The girls wanted to go to

a discotheque they knew I wanted to see

TJ But they said to come along and

he'd meet us at the party later Let

some girls be born Out of sight Out

of mind Girl, no matter what you say

As soon as we're apart, you'll be all

mine I

was learning to become a drinker fast Vanessa

and Mickey spent the whole time on the

dance floor You say

you need to love me You say

you love me But you want to leave

me You say it's better If you don't

see me You say acid makes the heart

grow fonder Let some girls be born Out

of sight As soon

as we're apart, you'll be all mine Out

of sight Out of mind Out of mind

Max asked me to dance But I'd rather

have died The only thing I really enjoyed

was the band They were rather good Finally,

we got out of that place and headed

for the party.

I guess I was really heading for T

.J. I needed him now.

You sound like a bad soap opera.

I'm very understanding.

I'll be back.

Let me know.

It was a nightmare of noise from the

minute we arrived, then I saw him.

Hello, T.J. Hi, kid.

I've got tickets for our trip.

You've moved?

Van has.

Hey, Van.

Come on, Suzie, take one.

This is our trip out.

Just you and me together.

Some other time, maybe.

Relax, honey, it takes about an hour, let's

you and I dance.

I felt helpless and happy, if you know

what I mean.

I had taken the drug and there was

no turning back, just a question of time

before it began to take effect.

While I was dancing, I suddenly got the

hopeless idea that maybe I made it wrong

after all and nothing would happen, but in

a short time, I knew I didn't and

I didn't care.

I was having a wonderful time and I

was with T.J. Later on, I just

couldn't dance anymore and had to sit down.

The whole room was exploding around me, like

a colored television set out of order.

Won't be long, T.J., I think I'm

quiet already.

Hey, listen, Suzie, I want you to stay

close to me tonight.

You're going to need the advice and the

counsel of someone with experience.

Oh, leave her alone, she's smart enough to

make this stuff up.

She's smart enough to go by herself.

Jealousy, jealousy.

Don't pay any attention to her, Dickie Bird.

Mama is going to take care of it.

Get off of that.

You get off of it.

I've been carrying you around for two years

and I'm sick of it.

Oh, Sam.

You're right.

Listen, Nick's daughter.

Never mind what T.J. said about how

lousy you are.

I'll give you another chance.

Maybe.

Sometimes.

Where are you going with him?

You see what you did, Susan?

You see?

T.J., take me back to the hotel.

Come on, Pam, let's have some fun.

What's wrong with T.J.? Oh, get off.

He's so strange.

Like he doesn't love me anymore.

You dumb broad.

You think he ever wanted you?

Look at him.

That's where it's at.

That's where it's always been at.

What?

You know what a set up is?

Don't you know when somebody puts you on?

He got you to make the stuff and

that's it.

That's all he wanted.

If you had any sense, you would have

stolen the milk and so...

So go out and die.

What Ben had said to Mickey was unforgivable.

I was ashamed and frightened for my part

in it.

I'm sure Vanessa never would have spoken like

that.

If it had not been for the drug.

Now I could see T.J. as he

really was.

He never cared about me.

Just used me like all the others.

Well, I guess he liked Vanessa well enough.

But what he really cared for was pleasure.

No matter how he got it.

I was caught in a whirlpool of light.

The people, the rooms swaying, blinding.

I couldn't move.

A thousand lights were dancing in my stomach.

I was

drowning in that place.

My mind was in a complete spin.

Hey!

I can't reveal what's inside or behind me

And thoughts that are real I can't feel

They won't find me And hey!

Put the clock back on the wall I've

been away where the night meets the morning

Flashes of rain bring the day and it's

morning Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall When

the local population starts to act a little

strange Starts to make you giggle to yourself

inside And he'll ask you why you're laughing

as he laughs along with you You don't

know but you both laugh so hard you

cry Hey!

I can't reveal what's inside or behind me

And thoughts that are real I can't feel

They won't find me And hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall.

When the local population starts to worry about

your mood.

Starts to wonder why the clouds are in

your eyes.

Hey!

You can tell them it's the flowers or

the cinder in the air.

But don't let on we'll sunder your disguise.

Hey!

I can't reveal what's inside or behind me.

And thoughts that are real I can feel

they won't find me.

Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall.

When the local population starts to worry about

your mood.

I've been away where the night meets the

morning.

And flashes of rain bring the day and

it's morning.

Put the clock back on the wall.

When the local population starts to act a

little strange.

Starts to make you giggle to yourself inside.

And he'll ask you why you're laughing as

he laughs along with you.

Hey!

You can tell them it's the flowers or

the cinder in the air.

But don't let on we'll sunder your disguise.

Hey!

You can tell them

it's

the flowers or the cinder in the air.

But don't let on we'll sunder your disguise.

You can tell them it's the flowers or

the cinder in the air.

You can tell them it's the flowers or

the cinder in the air.

LSD or POT.

Out to the bush.

Out to the bush.

Ah s**t breaks.

Ah s**t breaks.

LSD or POT.

It's on the roof.

Oh yeah!

I'm going to prove!

Oh yeah!

It's in my locker.

Oh yeah!

I fight sick.

Oh yeah!

I kill the free وبreck.

Oh yeah!

It's in my reaper.

Oh yeah!

It's in my brain.

Oh yeah!

This is cocaine.

LSD's got a hold on me, LSD, O

-P-O-T Ah, to the bush, ah,

to the bush, ah, she freaks, ah, she

freaks LSD, O-P-O-T Oh, yeah,

oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah,

oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah,

oh, yeah LSD's got a hold on me,

LSD I tried to find the door, but

I was totally lost.

I was pushed down onto the stairs, helpless.

Then, then, oh, I can't.

Go on, Susan.

I think she's getting excited, doctor.

I think, I think you really disgraced yourself

this time.

Go on, Susan.

What happened?

Oh, Mickey.

Oh, man.

Can I have the police, please?

It was a dream.

Just one long, fantastic dream that probably took

place in a few fleeting seconds.

The hospital, the police, everything, a terrible dream.

Created, I suppose, by that drug and the

guilt I felt in making it.

But Vanessa was dead, and that was no

dream.

And I was expelled from Widmere, and that

also was pretty real.

Now I have to face my parents.

My mother, I guess I really mean.

Hello, Mother.

What exactly do you expect me to tell

people?

You should be ashamed.

You should be...

Hey!

Hey!

When the local population starts to worry about

your mood Starts to wonder why the clouds

are in your eyes You can tell them

it's the flowers or the cinder in the

air But don't let awful Sunday o'er

your skies Hey!

Hey!

I can't reveal what's inside or behind me

And thoughts that are real I can feel

They won't find me in Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall I've

been away where the night meets the morning

Flashes of rain bring the day and it's

morning Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall When

the local population starts to act a little

strange Starts to make you giggle to yourself

inside And he'll ask you why you're laughing

as he laughs along with you You don't

know but you both laugh so hard you

cry Hey!

I can't reveal what's inside or behind me

And thoughts that are real I can feel

They won't find me in Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall Hey!

Put the clock back on the wall