weird lyrics

Can you help me occupy my brain?

we've got percentage points
and lousy joints
and all the glitter we can use

I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip
reading murder books, trying to stay hip

got an aisle seat on a plane
drove an English teacher half-insane
making up jokes
about bicycle spokes
and red balloons

I hope we make it
I hope we don't fall in the sea
and it's gonna be an endless flight
until we reach the ground tonight