this one goes out to all shady transactors, the actors, 
the hangers-on
blasting transistors, the tvs, the fisters, the 1st 
time french kissers
and the bags that you grabbed like a crab dude
and the rags you stuffed into your stab wounds
this one goes out to all the white druggie ravers, hey 
saviour, your soup is on
at the table with the breaking out blondes
there's a gaggle of gutted out swans
we groped on the green golf course lawn
and we sped through the 7th straight dawn
and we woke up in 7th street

first we got rushed and then we got crushed
these tiger-striped toughs are much bigger than us
first we got sliced and then we got swarmed
these sabre-toothed thugs are so heavily armed

this one goes out to all the heavyweight hangers-on, 
your whole fucking entourage
drum fills and this mouth's got mic skills
ask the brothels and hostels that housed us, ask the 
club kids as they crowded around us
this one goes out to all the white druggie ravers that 
keep puttin records on
cause they keep putting records out, cause the old ones 
keep wearin out
and i think the same thing that's eating you up on the 
inside
is the same guy that's eatin you out

(so that's when i said let's get incredible)
dude looks like jesus but sleeveless, says he's into 
Rush and reckless chemistry
met him in memphis, got him up to galilee, says it's 
easy to see
these kids want something new to get their eyes rollin 
back into their dreams
they want a cellophane celebration, a revolution 
rushing into dancefloor distribution