Im taking back the knowledge

Im taking back the gentleness

Im taking back the ritual

Im giving in to sweetness [bad word] preacherman, shoot me with your poisoned arrow

But I dance on vaseline

And Im tripping out working on a revolution

You dont let the music in

Im taking back the children

Im taking back the ceremony

Im taking back my offerings

And Im taking back what you mean to me

Youre dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow

But I dance on vaseline

And Im slipping out Im working on a revolution

Dont let the music in

And war is all around us

Your gods are dead and buried underground

I was a silly putty

Your big ideas are useless to me now

My baby saw the future

She doesnt wanna live it anymore

Its lousy science-fiction

Its on your skin and seeps into your bones [bad word] preacherman, shoot me with your poisoned arrow

I dance on vaseline

And Im tripping out working on a revolution

Dont let day begin

And youre dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow

But I dance on vaseline

And Im slipping out working on a revolution

Dont let the music in

It started in oklahoma

You always think it happens somewhere else

This madness is attractive

Until the day it happens to yourself

And power might seem y

But check her in the cool grey light of dawn

legislative body

And all at once your lust for her is gone

And Im tripping out working on a revolution

Dont let the day begin

Well turn you down time to time for evolution

Dont let the music in

And Im tripping out working on a revolution

Dont let the day begin

Well turn you down, make a time for evolution

Dont let the day begin