Lyrics

Growing concern as you feel
crushed by the Ceiling
All devices at your will
you're almost dead but you get this quiver

Fast on your feet my friend
Fast get your beat or leave it
When holy men they spell the end
You start to dance, hard to believe it

Dumb brains with their sharp wit
so self-aware and clever
How much longer are you going to sit
with this wretched bunch of haver

Fast on your feet my friend
Fast get your beat or leave it
Wear your shades and fly ahead
To the bright highest high of lovers

Fast on your feet my friend
Fast get your beat or leave it