Music: N. Hexum/C. Sexton; Lyrics: N. Hexum/D. Martinez
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 buy the world a coke 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