Lyrics:

Now and then, Mrs.Sarah Tonin likes to boom with her dopa men
Purpose clear, to move without the fear of the later's contempt for now
And the levels lean clear, and the parts wave shores dear, do I dare go on?
Flesh won't shut off till it gets, all of its own tribe regrets, its wishlist of the feel
Hold to ground we're troubled onto, fight of flight from day and nocturne
Sweat this out, all your doubt of the movements
Legs are sore can you fare, a ride on those loins' snare
A nice game of house
It's an early morn tonight, for a chance to prove our plight, is still more to move it free?