text: Cant stop, addicted to the shindig
  Chop Top, he says Im gonna win big
  Choose not a life of imitation
  Distant cousin to the reservation
  Defunct, the pistol that you pay for
  This punk, the feelin that you stay for
  In time I want to be your best friend
  East side love is living on the West End
  Knocked out, but, boy, you better come to 
  Dont die, you know, the truth as some do 
  Go write your message on the pavement 
  Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant
  White heat is screamin in the jungle 
  Complete the motion if you stumble 
  Go ask the dust for any answers 
  Come back strong with fifty belly dancers
  The world I love, the tears I drop
  To be part of the wave, cant stop
  Ever wonder if its all for you?
  The world I love, the trains I hop
  To be part of the wave, cant stop
  Come and tell me when its time to
  Sweetheart is bleeding in the snow cone
  So smart, shes leadin me to ozone
  Music, the great communicator
  Use two sticks to make it in the nature
  Ill get you into penetration
  The gender of a generation
  The birth of every other nation
  Worth your weight, the gold of meditation
  This chapters gonna be a close one 
  Smoke rings, I know youre gonna blow one 
  All on a spaceship, persevering 
  Use my hands for everything but steering
  Cant stop the spirits when they need you 
  Mop tops are happy when they feed you 
  J. Butterfly is in the treetop 
  Birds that blow the meaning into bebop
  The world I love, the tears I drop
  To be part of the wave, cant stop
  Ever wonder if its all for you?
  The world I love, the trains I hop
  To be part of the wave, cant stop
  Come and tell me when its time to
  Wait a minute, Im passin out
  Win or lose, just like you
  Far more shockin
  Than anything I ever knew
  How bout you?
  Ten more reasons why I need
  Somebody new, just like you
  Far more shockin
  Than anything I ever knew
  Right on cue
  3:18 - 3:30
  Cant stop, addicted to the shindig
  Chop Top, he says Im gonna win big
  Choose not a life of imitation
  Distant cousin to the reservation
  Defunct, the pistol that you pay for 
  This punk, the feelin that you stay for 
  In time I want to be your best friend 
  East side love is living on the West End
  Knocked out, but boy, you better come to 
  Dont die, you know, the truth is some do 
  Go write your message on the pavement 
  Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant
  Kick start the golden generator
  Sweet talk but dont intimidate her
  Cant stop the gods from engineering
  Feel no need for any interfering
  Your image in the dictionary
  This life is more than ordinary
  Can I get two, maybe even three of these?
  Comin from the space to teach you of the Pleiades
  Cant stop the spirits when they need you
  This life is more than just a read-through