Living in the fast lane
Try'n to catch a slow train
Riding on a mudslide
Listen to the B side

Rumors full of bad intent
Razor blades inside your brain
Speaking to some malcontents
Who haven't studied manners yet

Momma Seta, she's 103
Sitting in the sand with her mushroom tea
Sun burned tourists were lying on the beach
And the radio is pumpin' out a reggae beat

Dancing in the streets at night
Dancing through this dream of life
Shimmering like burning coals
Forever etched upon your soul

All man's theories are boring me
Spread by souls of limited scope
Resting under the banyan tree
With a bottle of Tequilia and a little bit of smoke

Dancing in this dream of life
Upon the bones of slumbers old
Love will linger when you're gone
Forever etched upon your soul