What I realy wanting
A brand new machine
One for converting
A plastic to dreams

If you ride upon the tiger
You can't never get off
They get hungry

One thing is certain
All the rest are lies
Beautyful and damn one's
Never realise
That the dark is light enouth to see
The ignorance off greed
Still she cries

Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what is got you lost
And feeling down
You just get it off your back
And let it fly away

Poetry of motion
Account out the beats
To hear a voice in every mind
Sound out retrite
As they run, they look behind
To see what tents the wondering eye
Still she cries

Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what is got you lost
And feeling down
You just get it off your back
And let it fly away

Trouble with the life of
The Empire's new mind
A causual view inspide of
What's get left behind

Gentleman you may include me out
Ladies please accept my bow
Still she cries

Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what is got you lost
And feeling down
You just get it off your back
And let it fly away

You just get it off your back
And let it fly away

Get it off your back
And let it fly away