I′m on it, get on it The troops are on fire! Ya know I need it, much closer I′m treading just a little more Step on it, electronic The troops are on fire! I′m much deeper, a sleeper Waiting for the vinyl trip
Come on it, get on it I′m carving through a letter bomb I need it, like potions These drugs are just an hour away Come on it, electronic A polyphonic prostitute, the motor′s on fire Messiah for the animals
Ahhh, oh come on! We got our backs to the wall! Ah! Get on! And watch out! Sayin, "We got our backs to the wall!"
Ahhh...I′m on it, get on it The troops are on fire
I ran from the tide Won′t let you hide Won′t let you hide
I drop beats from this processed meat For a conversation, a meditation and I cut waves like some unborn sage Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing
I ran from the tide Won′t let you hide Won′t let you hide
I break bones stealing mobile phones And I′m cuttin deals for these homeless meals Making idle threats using chinese burns As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing
I ran from the tide Won′t let you hide Won′t let you hide I ran from the tide Won′t let you hide Won′t let you hide
One...take control of me? Yer messing with the enemy Said its 2..it′s another trick Messin with my mind, I wake up Chase down an empty street Blindly snap the broken beats Said it′s cut with a dirty trick Its taken all these days to find ya I tell you I want you I tell you I need you
friends, take control of me Stalking cross′ the gallery All these pills got to operate The colour quits and all invade us There he goes again Take me to the edge again All I got is a dirty trick I′m chasin down the wolves to save ya
I tell you I want you I′ll tell you I need you I... the blood aint on my face Just wanted you near me
I tell you I want you I′ll tell you I need you The blood aint on my hands
Just wanted you near me
I tell you I want you I′ll tell you I need you The blood aint on my hands