Music: N. Hexum/C. Sexton; Lyrics: N. Hexum/D. Martinez
Intro: Groove as your soul sings. Spinnin' all around as we dust
a melody Welcome to this groove you can move right We gonna take
you higher not caught in the quagmire I can't survive on a stupid
nine to five I'd rather be poor Writing tunes livin' on a commune
Kickin' it with my brothers and significant others Life in pursuit
of only money we think it's funny The only thing that money it
could ever bring to 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 'em I'd like to build the world a spliff
but like I said I said You could never get me interested in dreams
of wealth Myself my birthday happens to land on April twelfth
whack A Coney Island of the mind it's mine I swipe the sweets
strip the beats in the sunshine Loco holmes I stroll because I'm
thinking A tone poem alone is love medicine then the demon Spring
revolution in my spirit here it is and I will kill with it Traveling
head spinnin' from the medicine Illusions fadin' out an comin'
on again unwind your mind then find entire minutes abstract the
tract of sight day breaking in it doles out my share of the world
ocean and sun Rising with whirling motion I fought kicked and
screamed my way to getting born now I feel Warm and I say come
on the night won't save anyone won't you roam We've grown so we
can write again our soul select its own way for The travellin'
we're here we're breathing and we wanna keep our Blood running
so we're gonna keep gunning till the next homecoming I like the
boogie to the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie To the bang
bang come on