John was a scientist, he was hooked on LSD
Interested in mind control and how the monkey held the key
Said that all of his experiments are what he's planning for the air
It's for the unsuspecting citizens who hallucinate in fear
Sing that

Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
To the backbone, a solar system, he's [bad word] back, so
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
To the backbone, a solar system, he's [bad word] back, so

And then at Union Station, with a package in his hand
Tied to the suspect, and chancing where he stand
And I don't think you realise [bad word] for your neck
And the sound is breaking all around
He's keeping lives in check

Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
To the backbone, a solar system, he's [bad word] back, so
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
To the backbone, a solar system, he's [bad word] back, so

Making his getaway through a punched-up mirror
He blend into the crowd
Hear the system scream
And all those spies that strikes your hip
Are clinging to their guns
And if you smell those almonds, man, I think you [bad word] Checkout

Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
John was a scientist, he was hooked on LSD
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
Interested in mind control and how the monkey held the key
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
To the backbone, a solar system, he's [bad word] back, so
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
To the backbone, a solar system, he's [bad word] back, so
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
To the backbone, a solar system, he's [bad word] back, so
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah ah
To the backbone, a solar system, he's [bad word] back, so