Strange young girls
Covered with sadness;
Eyes of innocence
Hiding their madness.
Walking the strip–
Sweet, soft, and placid—
Offering their youth
On the alter of acid.

Thinking these gifts
Were sent by the dove;
All for the trip
Accompanied by love.

Gentle young girls,
Holding and walking;
Wisdom flows childlike
While softly talking.
Colors surround them
Bejewling their hair;
Visions astound them,
Demanding their share.
Children of Orpheus
Called by the dove–
All for the trip
Accompanied by love.

Thinking these gifts
Were sent by the dove–
All for the trip
Accompanied by love.