Your sex is on fire With what's to transpire The greatest Lay where you're laying Don't make a sound I know they're watching

Your sex is on fire With what's to transpire The greatest Lay where you're laying Don't make a sound I know they're watching

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

Counting down to zero hour There ain't no superheroes now There ain't no superheroes, they're underground Happy ever after Drink until the taste is gone Where is your Shangri la now? Where is your Shangri la now? (where's your Shangri la?) The sun went

Lord, I've got to keep on moving Lord, I've got to get on down Where I can't be found Lord, they're coming after me I've been accused for the killin' Lord knows I didn't do For hangin' me, they are willin', yeah, yeah And that's why I've got to get on

The secret messages are calling to me endlessly They call to me across the air The messages across the atmosphere They whisper in your ear, they're calling everywhere A moving stream of information That is floating on the wind The secrets never end And

Curiosity becomes a heavy load Perhaps 'fuck off' might be too kind Well, the morning was complete Where there was tears on the steering wheel, dripping on the seat Several hours or several weeks I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak It's

Ben, the two of us need look no more They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way Don't pack themselves together and run as one Don't shit where they're not supposed to Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare They don't compare, rats

White riot, I want to riot White riot, a riot of my own Just what they're told to And nobody wants To go to jail Black man gotta lotta problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick

Where do they go? They come here To drown in their sorrow and cry in their beer They’re in need of a mind-bender I’m a bartender At the end of the day I’m all they’ve got Hope on the rocks Brady was a baseball star