Can’t stop, addicted to the shindigChop Top, he says I’m gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitationDistant cousin to the reservation
Defunkt the pistol that you pay forThis punk, the feeling that you stay for
In time, I want to be your best friendEast Side love is living on the West EndKnocked out, but boy, you better come toDon’t die, you know, the truth is some doGo write your message on the pavementBurn so bright, I wonder what the wave meantWhite heat is screaming in the jungleComplete the motion if you stumbleGo ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers
The world I love, the tears I drop
To be part of the wave, can’t stop
Ever wonder if it’s all for you?
The world I love, the trains I hop
To be part of the wave, can’t stopCome and tell me when it’s time to\Sweetheart is bleedingin the snow coneSo smart, she’s leading me to ozoneMusic the great communicatorUse two sticks to make it in the nature
I’ll get you into penetrationThe gender of a generation
The birth of every other nationWorth your weight, the gold of meditation
This chapter’s going to be a close one
Smoke rings, I know you’re going to blow oneAll on a spaceship, persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can’t stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop
The world I love, the tears I drop
To be part of the wave, can’t stop
Ever wonder if it’s all for you?
The world I love, the trains I hop
To be part of the wave, can’t stop
Come and tell me when it’s time to
Wait a minute, I’m passing out, win or lose
Just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
How about you?Ten more reasons why I need somebody newJust like youFar more shocking than anything I ever knewRight on cueCan’t stop, addicted to the shindig
Chop Top, he says I’m gonna win bigChoose not a life of imitationDistant cousin to the reservationDefunkt the pistol that you pay forThis punk, the feeling that you stay forIn time, I want to be your best friend
East Side love is living on the West End
Knocked out, but boy, you better come to
Don’t die, you know, the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant
Kick-start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don’t intimidate herCan’t stop the gods from engineeringFeel no need for anyinterferingYour image in the dictionaryThis life is more than ordinaryCan I get two, maybe even three of these?Come from space to teach you of the PleiadesCan’t stop the spirits when they need youThis life is more than just a read-through