Fire up
How do you know? If there's a voice, any choice? it's a
Highway patrol, you've gotta smile for the boys, and a-
How do you know? Because they look too together all the time
How do you know? If there's a type with a mind? and a-
Reason to grow, and changing laws for the time, tell me
How do you know? That being laid back and gentle is a crime
But the chap in the seat cries, "Toll or control!"
And the rats in the street won't leave me alone
I wanna cut my weed, I wanna sit down beside 'em
I wanna roll 'em up a miler, put a cut on the tiger,
'Cos nothing's gonna stop-
How do you know? Now there's a man with a family
He's killing with coke, he's looking after the community
How do you know? He's selling Class B and talking 'bout a dream
Where do you start? Can there be some dumb grey bugger?
Keep 'em apart, keep a mile out the way, I like it
Where do you start? "“
And keep you dead where the dead are never seen
But the chap in the seat's got the power to steal
Without the background chat, doesn't know how it feels
So book a submarine, and you can hang around in silence
Until the time you stop a-breathing
Well it's a very similar feeling
To what you're feeling now...
All fire up, pass it on
'Til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It's smaller than Me, but a smaller insect sees.
How do you know?
How do you know? If there's a voice, any choice, it's a
Highway patrol, make up the rules, get the boys got the
Power to throw, because the stupid people fall in now for you
Yes they do!
But the chap in the seat cries, "Toll or control!"
Because the drink makes time for the law to unfold
So everybody it works, if you stick a-with the system
And if you base your life around it
Until you're strung up or grounded
And nothing's gonna stop...
All fire up, pass it on
'Til they legalise the demon from the ground
I'm all fired up, and I'm down in the agony
Of deep and tranquil peace
It's smaller than Me, but a smaller insect sees.