Lyrics:

Future Bob Marley's riding training wheel Harley's,
Sucking on the fabric of a world gone insane.
Picking up the pieces of a former generation,
Dancing to the beat that causes rotting in the brain

Barber shop gossip in a range of different topics,
Lounging in the compost of a new world aftershave.
Gazing at the headlights of a speeding loaded bus,
Elvis singing Hound Dog as the engines start to thrust.

Down
Down
Down
Down


A five year mission to explore the galaxy,
Phasers on stun to re-align with sputnik one.
Shaving off the surface of a planet gone amok,
Asking all the questions saying hey man we suck.

Beam me down
Beam me down
Beam me down
To the ground.