Don't wanna die up on Clavinet Hill
Or drip as you're passin' through Acidhouseville
There's money to make reinventing the wheel
Tomorrow a song will be free
You won't find the rhythm behind these old tracks,
A little something to help you relax
We're now taking questions so fire at will
And mortgage your Acidhouseville

The song hat hangs down from a peg on the wall
And the age of abstraction it comes for us all
A hundred little numbers are pushed into a one
A chorus to sing, oh what fun
The song hat on backwards, no shade from the sun
Have you lost your mind?

The talk is the the tide
The king is dead
I got the keys, if you win

With more future behind us than past ahead,
It's a way we can love one another

Do you believe there is an ebb to this flow,
Communion to stand, there's a stop to this ????
A door gently closes while the window's kicked in
Everybody's begging for the beat to begin

The song hat hangs down from a peg on the wall
As the age of abstraction comes for us all
A thousand in numbers are built into a one
A chorus to sing, oh what fun

The song hat on backwards, no shade from the sun
Have you lost your mind?

Inside a familiar day
I know you can bend out of reach
Sometimes at the end (sometimes at the end, la-la)
Sounds just like an amen
For the cold still-frigid morning, morning

The song hat hangs down from a peg on the wall
And the age of abstraction it comes for us all
A thousand in numbers are pushed into a one
A chorus to sing, oh what fun
The song hat on backwards, no shade from the sun