Tekster: Clutch. Pure Rock Fury. Smoke Banshee.

One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular
Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas
Lick tall walls to find them all are sweeter than a cane
Pour the quick elixir in your wounds to ease the pain

Oh

Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz

Medicine of modern miracles, voodoo to those out of focus
Experts explain experience, "Hocus pocus, hocus pocus!"
Mouthfuls down in a floating locus, most of us deny
Medicine of modern miracles, who know circles with no foci?

Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz

[Incomprehensible]

Trapped in sap, chambered in a tree
Shadow of a giant across the centuries
Bits of shattered glass scattered on the shore
Break the genie bottle and open up the door, yeah

Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz