In the Heat of Dance Sweat drip Romantic My motif is to stay on point with all of this In the hall way living I'm Awake at the gravesite The fluttering Polyrhythm or mumbling Snake Skin I meditate upon Relations I'm animated an animal In the wild Though I'll text you quick Unless you like to lecture I like the taste of that and the texture No polyester it's pure denim When I'm in them love women Spiraling spirit of a fire spinning No rioting revolutions are needed When we all come to grips Maybe you being conceded Consider the coin flipping the wings spreading If the seed doesn't have the nutrients Then feed it It's freezing and you sleeveless Sneaking out side for a bite to eat On the weekend we can All get down get on up For the mainstream is underground Be a world traveler Over under Paris or France Whirling like a dervish Smooth marble the surface Purchase this ticket at your local shop Feel the rush and the ride as the bubble starts to pop Cherokee Indian Colorado Aspen, triangle cannon ball You can hear it blasting
Chorus
When the times seem tough And the door seem shut Got to go and find a way to open up Steady on your feet Where on the final frontier We are the revolution Here Even if you don't Or Even if you do No matter be the path on the road That you choose Steady on your feet Where on the Final Frontier We are the Revolution Here
Verse 2
The forecast calls for clear skies and infinite Possibilities where at the pinnacle Kaleidoscope view spin like pinwheel A psychedelic picnic, quick trip to Vegas Poly-wag across the cosmos west coast Relax in Big-Sur blacking out the owl farm Tomorrows yesterday Making the Honey up for the Queen bee Catnapping underneath the pineapple tree Dr Seuss like my brains liven that smooth life Hands tight taking a sip having a pull or not Nocturnal turning over the old in to the new Herkimer diamond to black rock Coal in to gold chips floating in my drink Cheers to the revolution tune in at three During twenty fourteen Halloween I'm Hercules Mercury's calling that's just how it has to be
Compositor: Mario John Treadway (Souleye) ECAD: Obra #30623436