The Slave - Germs

It starts in your head

And moves to your hands

Your body starts shakin'

'Cause you’re in demand

You do the slave to the beat

Of the neuro-sutra can can…

You’re lashed 'twixt the stars

With your ice and motor cars

You do the slave to the beat

Of the neuro-sutra can can

Oh yea!

Yea!

Pull out the zen

I’ve got a Buddhist principle in my hand

Your life seems wasted your bodies laced in

Don’t stop now you’ve got to trace it…

You put your hands together

Writhe in the shackle

You twist your body round

'Til it starts to crackle

You do the slave to the beat

Of the neuro-sutra can can…

Right here right now shake it in and out some

Lights on off now make it spin and fight now