To the noose
To the neck
To the boost
To the check
To the mind kick
To the side kick [psychic]
To the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom
Make it rain
Make it sane
Make it dance
Not a chance
See her run
See her come
Take her kindly
She is dark eyed
No soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can’t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers
To the bunches
To the lunches
To the punches
(repeat above)
To the good
To the clean
And i’ll be you’re ugly
To the occasion
To the lie
Kiss beneath
Bridge of size
Not some moaning
Until they homing
And they spoil it all