It comes running through the hillside, nAnd it sleeps in our bed, nNow it's madder than ever, nAnd I thought it was dead. nnAnd it's created by the polarity, nOf lovers in Spring, nScore bullets for feelings, nMakes everyone sing. nnOh oh, the inconceivable madness, nOf all the joy you could bring, nCall out this spirit, nMake everyone sing. nGet up and call, call, nWake up and call. nnAnd joy is in its lunch box, nWith a Simpson sticker on, nWe've been crying without it, nIt's been gone for so long. nnAnd it's been created by the polarity, nOf lovers in Spring, nIt's got bullets for feelings, nMakes everyone sing. nnOh...oh, the inconceivable madness, nOf all the joy you could bring, nCall out this spirit, nMake everyone sing. nGet up and call, call, nWake up and call. nHow you doing, nHow you doing, nHow you doing, nnNow all out down the land slide, nAll out down the stream, nAll out from the hill tops, nAll out calling me. nAll out to your mother, nAll out round this place, nRound this place, nDown your face. nCall. nGo on, call, nGet up and call, call. nI'm not tired of living, not tired of living. nnCome running through the hill side, nAnd it sleeps in our bed, nNow it's madder than ever, nAnd I thought it was dead