At the tender age of threenI was hooked to a machinenJust to keep my mouth from spouting junknMust have took me for a foolnWhen they chucked me out of schoolnCause the teacher knew I had the funknBut tonight I'm on the edge -nBetter shut me in the fridgenCause I'm burning up (I'm burning up)nWith the vision in my brainnAnd the dirty rhythm in my bloodn nThey are messing with my heartnAnd they're messing with my heartnAnd they're messing with my heartnWon't stop messing with menRipping me apart !n nHyperactive: when I'm smallnHyperactive: now I'm grownnHyperactive: and the night is youngnAnd in a minute I'll blown nSemaphore out on the floornMessages from outer spacenDeep heat for the feetnAnd the rhythm of your heartbeatnCause the music of the streetnIt isn't any rap attacknIt isn't any rap attacknnI can reach into your homesnLike an itch in your headphonesnYou can't turn it upnI'm the shape in your back roomnI'm the breather on the phonenAnd I'm burning upnBut there's one thing I must saynBefore they lock me up again -nYou'd be safer at the backnWhen I'm having an attack!n nHyperactive: when I'm smallnHyperactive: now I'm tallnHyperactive: as the day is longnHyperactive: in my bonesnHyperactive: in your phonesnHyperactive: and the night is youngnHyperactive : when I'm smallnHyperactive: now I'm grownnHyperactive: 'til I'm dead and gonen nStand up : hyperactivate!nGet up: hyperactivate!nWise up: hyperactivate!nLondon: hyperactivate!