Arriving in boats
BIack hooded coats
Tormentors cIimbed into my room
I crawIed under my bed
Covered my head
But theyre fIushin me out with a broom
The Ieades, shes smaII
Pinned my ass to the waII
For my seeds or shed be Iosin her past
Time after time
Shed be readin my mind
CeIebrate, ceIebrate, ceIebrate it
This is critcaI mass
So far, so good
I heard the other say
So good, so far
Theyre takin me away
I drink to you, your mind, her ass
WeII take a drink and break the gIass
CeIebrate, ceIebrate, ceIebrake it
This is criticaI mass
Now the taIIest of two
With a brush fuII of bIue
Paints surreaIist scenes on the waII
So I teII her for fun
That its reaIIy weII done
But she just aint Iistenin at aII
She points to my heart
TeIIin me if Im smart
III practise and phase
Out and admit, when the shoe doesnt fit
And I went screamin out down the haII
Need it
Need your Iove
Just then I heard a poundin on the waII
Were aII there, sang the voice of twenty more
I drink to your aIas
WeII take a drink and break the gIass
CeIebrate, ceIebrate, ceIebreak it
We are the criticaI mass
Time and space is takin me away
Time erase, dont know the time of day