I found god in my boom box, hiding in the high hats,nTrapped under filters and waiting for kickbacks,nOr justice, plus it’s, whatever comes first, nWe want the worst, to hurt less, and the best to work us up,nInto frenzies, we’ll be keeping it sharp,nTrying to drive but the world has got me in park,nMy adrenaline gets me going, rolling through midnights, nInto promises hands, where the failure has no rights,nOr the chance for occupation, I’m done with aggravation,nWe don’t need your separation; I’ll bring the words and music, nYou bring the participation,nFor every syllable that’s fitted to match, your sprit,nI’ll be filling you with groove, so catch the sequence,nGlue is true life, as honest as it gets,nPutting a bounce in your step and the love in your sex,nnWe’ve got a lot to say, nAnd even more to do, nWe’ve got 3 mins left, nAnd then it’s up to you, nnOn the block where I live, it’s all respect and peace,nTrying to set examples by handing out strength to the weak,nThe peak isn’t as far away as you might think,nBut it’s takes more than contact highs and mixed drinks,nYou blink and it’s gone, the stage and the lights,nI gamble my moments but always betting on my life,nWhile you sit and wait for the pawn to move itself, nI’ve been hustling, investing in fresh air for health,nReasons like this, I’m seeing big waves to ride,nRare records to find, with history to realign,nTell a friend what you heard, that glue is on the way,nWith a budget of zero and 50 shows to play,nIt’s the same old story, but it needs to be told,nFrom orange county sun to the northeast cold,nYou can get an the mindless nonsense somewhere else,nCause here we try sneak experimental in on stealth,nnWe’ve got a lot to say, nAnd even more to do, nWe’ve got 2 mins left, nAnd then it’s up to you, nnI live to play favorites, in the smoky oxygen,nDoing my best to sing, like I’m Van Morrison,nDriving hard against the current with no sleep until Chicago,nThen crash on the couch of my TBA vatos,nWe follow morals where religion is decision of self,nWhere you’ve been working towards heaven but existing in hell,nI’m telling you, glue’s seen the best,nEn route to something fresh we’re headed Midwest,nI never tempt fate, I respect her limits,nKeep my hands to myself then fantasize to the image,nHold up love, it’s never too late to manage,nSo focused on the punch, you can’t feel the damage,nIt’s hard to keep the monotony out of the picture,nAnd quality was a looker and I admit that we miss her,nBut each time we deliver better ways and bigger sounds,nShe’s one step closer to coming right back around.nnWe’ve got a lot to say, nAnd even more to donWe’ve got 1 mins left, nThen it’s up to younnWe’ve got a lot to saynAnd even more to do, nWe’ve got 10 seconds left, nAnd then it’s up to you, nnWe’ve got a lot to saynAnd even more to do, nWe’ve got no time left nNow it’s up to you, n