At the factory

"So, is everything alright at the factory?"
It's the wake up call from the lipstick painted girl
While growing a green tree on the wall
A glimmer hope for the ones dying out there

There's focus, attention and a flowing madness
It's the turn on of expression

Burn the hash into ash
Dwell it with the Green Walls on the Garcia Couple
Watch it swirl and consume
You're in it now

Swing it around and let yourself go with this flow
It's the turn on of expression

We're in an ongoing tale
Where the organic shape of pink
Grows finger painted
On a old story-telling blank wall

There's new shapes and colours surrounding us
It's the turn on of expression

Sitting and wandering around here
I feel my leopard hat growing too big for my head
Maybe it has grown bigger
With the turn on of expression

Allow me to tell you that the french looking girl
Gave birth to an eye-staring penguin in flames
Some say he's overjoyed
Other say he's in pain

Anyway, this has no finish, it's a neverending story
You got it right
Cause it's the turn on of expression