Welcome (2)
Welcome to this groove you can move right
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢re gonna take you higher (higher)
Not caught in the quagmire (mire)
I canâ"š¬â"ž¢t survive on the stupid 9 to 5
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢d rather be poor writinâ"š¬â"ž¢ tunes livinâ"š¬â"ž¢ on a commune
Kickinâ"š¬â"ž¢ it with my brothers (brothers)
And significant others (others)
Life in pursuit of only money we think its funny
The only thing that money it could ever bring for me
Would be some gifts for my friends follow me now
Trips for my family
The only thing I love is freedom
The people around me I need â"š¬í‹Å“em
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢d like to buy the world coat but like I said I said
You could never get me interested in dreams of wealth
Myself my birthday happens to land on April 12th whack
A Coney Island of the mind itâ"š¬â"ž¢s mine
I swipe the sweets strip the beats in the sunshine
Loco holmes I stroll because Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m thinkinâ"š¬â"ž¢
A tone poem alone is love medicine then the demon
Spring revolution in my spirit here it is and I will kill with it
Ta-ta-ta Travelinâ"š¬â"ž¢ head spinninâ"š¬â"ž¢ from the medicine
Illusions fadinâ"š¬â"ž¢ out and cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ on again
Unwind your mind then find entire minutes
Abstract the tract of sight day breakinâ"š¬â"ž¢ in it
Rising with whirling motion
Yea
I fought, kicked, and screamed my way to getting born
Now I feel warm and I say come on the night wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t save anyone
Wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t you roam weâ"š¬â"ž¢ve grown so we can let again
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m so selected oh white foam the travellinâ"š¬â"ž¢
Weâ"š¬â"ž¢re here, weâ"š¬â"ž¢re breathing and we wanna keep out blood running
So weâ"š¬â"ž¢re gonna keep gunning to the next homecoming
I like to boogie to the bang (he said come up) bang boogie
Say jump the boogie to the bang bang come on