Oh it's got a hold on me It's stable I finally brought my fadle This kind of love I thought you'd love me till I'm wrong It's tough to face My Phoenix risin' crazy This kind of love (this kind of love) I can hear it like your sounds, babe

You wanna scream and shout They only come out at night She said I can't slow down If I wanted to We live for this shit, yeah We truly do I know you do Oh, I know you do I know you do too

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

That deaf dumb and blind kid Sure plays a mean pinball! Never seen him fall Ever since I was a young boy I've played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain't seen nothing like him In any amusement hall

She's all up in my veins. She's all up in my veins, veins, veins. Ooh, I got addicted. Her love is so addictive. It took over me. It's like I got a shot. Injection to my heart. It flows through my body. And I need it everyday.

We ain't gon' last baby Yeah somethin' tells me Oh yeah, oh yeah Let's make it work Yo' intuition has been tellin' you Things that you never knew (never knew) Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals But still I keep it professional

Oh, shooter My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up But no, I can't do it I think they want me to surrender My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) Yea,

I don't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?) Pick him up in a space coupe, I don't let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe) New freak, had to cut my other lil' bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil' bitch) Fifty K, you could come and

Oh no, we won't go 'Cause we don't know how to quit, no, no Wherever I go, go Trouble seems to follow Until your breathing stops, stops, stops I only plugged in to save rock and roll, rock and roll I only plugged in to save rock and roll Until

We are the small axe If you are the big tree Sharpened to cut you down Ready to cut you down Shall bury in it, shall bury in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Ready to cut you down (well sharp) Why boasteth thyself Oh, evil men