Everyone take your places. We're fuckin' it up, going crazy. Another town, which way to roll and you know that we're takin' it. (C'mon). . Stoned baby, loves to go ridin'.
Let it sing, let it cry and you roll out the carpets. No such thing, you mustn't pry. I'll hail to another confession. And it's losing me. . Where have all the merrymakers gone?.