The Slave
It starts in your head
And moves to your hands
Your body starts shakin´
Cuz you´re in demand
You do the slave to the beat
Of the neuro-sutra can can...

You´re lashed ´twixt the stars
With your ice and motor cars:
You do the slave to the beat
Of the neuro-sutra can can
Oh yea! Yea! Pull out the Zen
I´ve got a Buddhist principle in my hand
Your life seems wasted your bodies laced in
Don´t stop now you´ve got to trace it...

You put your hands together
Writhe in the shackle
You twist your body round
Till it starts to crackle:
You do the slave to the beat
Of the neuro-sutra can can...

Right here right now shake it in and


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