[bad word] in so loud and clear
a voice calling tryin to steal my ear
stoppin me suddenly in my tracks and I appreciate the facts of why I'm here
'cause I am a sound scientist
came to evaluate the evidence
on a closed case, highly classified, confidential in a race against the
clock

You look like you could use a break, she says, as I lift my head and I'm
awoken from a daydream
Not sure how long I was out for, looking for the cure thought I saw her on
the shore
but when I looked again and found I had been mistaken, looking in the wrong
direction hanging questions take me closer to the answer, I care to chance
her cause when I hit the wall I'm stumbling backwards setting me up for the
fall of a lifetime

All dressed up with somewhere to go but I know I'd rather stay here

Mix it up mix it up stir it in a cup it's an elixir, a quick fixer open to
the public free sample, supplies ample catching on quick so you better act
now and I'll think you'll find it might just do the trick
Trade your chips in waiting for the medicine, craving a little something to
take the edge off while you're waiting, [bad word] in a bottle but it's
kicking full throttle so open up your hands and let me hit you with some

All dressed up with somewhere to go but I know I'd rather stay here
In search of [bad word] that lasts forever better stand clear