Here we go rouse
Locked in the basement
I can predict [bad word] through time
Jump in the way
Help me displace it
I can't begin to tell you that everything's fine

Someone has taken me into the fire and rain
It's like a potion, unleashes fever
It's so strange

It's a precious head wrapped up and bound for Ghana
I can't be the one to tell you everything's wrong
It's like every bee sting, tries to make my ears ring
Let them wash your face, man
And sing you your songs