Just coming round from schizadelic KO,

They knocked me out with a bible,

Said: Come here boy,

You think that we never knew

You never were a disciple.


There's nothing on my mind,

There's nothing on my mind,

Nothing in my head,

You know I'm always in the back of my mind.


And she's coming down from schizadelic KO,

She's got her hands in the trifle,

But there's nothing in her burka that they can drive out

Without the butt of a rifle.


There's nothing on her mind,

There's nothing on her mind,

Nothing in her head,

You know she's always in the back of her mind