Hyperactive! Lyrics - The Flat Earth - Thomas Dolby

At the tender age of three 

I was hooked to a machine 

Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk 

Must have took me for a fool 

When they chucked me out of school 

Cause the teacher knew I had the funk 

But tonight I'm on the edge - 

Better shut me in the fridge 

Cause I'm burning up (I'm burning up) 

With the vision in my brain 

And the dirty rhythm in my blood 

They are messing with my heart 

And they're messing with my heart 

And they're messing with my heart 

Won't stop messing with me 

Ripping me apart ! 

Hyperactive: when I'm small 

Hyperactive: now I'm grown 

Hyperactive: and the night is young 

And in a minute I'll blow 

Semaphore out on the floor 

Messages from outer space 

Deep heat for the feet 

And the rhythm of your heartbeat 

Cause the music of the street 

It isn't any rap attack 

It isn't any rap attack 

I can reach into your homes 

Like an itch in your headphones 

You can't turn it up 

I'm the shape in your back room 

I'm the breather on the phone 

And I'm burning up 

But there's one thing I must say 

Before they lock me up again - 

You'd be safer at the back 

When I'm having an attack! 

Hyperactive: when I'm small 

Hyperactive: now I'm tall 

Hyperactive: as the day is long 

Hyperactive: in my bones 

Hyperactive: in your phones 

Hyperactive: and the night is young 

Hyperactive : when I'm small 

Hyperactive: now I'm grown 

Hyperactive: 'til I'm dead and gone 

Stand up : hyperactivate! 

Get up: hyperactivate! 

Wise up: hyperactivate! 

London: hyperactivate!