Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in I found my mind in a brown paper bag within I tripped on a cloud and fell a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in I found my mind in a brown paper bag within I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in

Woke up this mornin', The sundown shinin' in. I found my broken mind, In a brown paper bag of Zen. Tripped on a cloud, I fell eight miles high. Tore my mind upon a jagged sky. I just dropped in to see what condition, My condition was in. Ah, ah. Push