Dawn Of The Age Of Tomorrow - Black Lips

Go!

What I’m talking about, uh-huh

for some reefer

And his brain was

He made a powerful drug

But knows he oughta be begging to

Well throw the dog a bone

While the

Can’t to sweet talk

And a, well champagne, uh-huh

C’mon y’all, won’t you listen

While a mutant mind keep on

Garbage bag pissin'

just kissin'

The KK keeps on dissin'

But it’s the TV that you’re missin'

Ain’t got time for half of your

Public intellectual sphere

Subculture mixing with every tweeker

And every penny is a cent cause I’m sending in a search to fucking seek out

In the future,

Freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out, freak out!