Tekster: Primitive Radio Gods. Rocket. Chain Reaction.

I got caught in an astroplain
And all the physicists are wrong
And the world is just a chain reaction
I dare to look at the fuckers that shook at the sound
Coming down getting pound
Into the third dimension

I'm just a goddamned chain reaction
Oh no Oh yeah Alright

I was born on the seventh of May on an overcast day
Into a world that never saw me coming
One day when I could left home
To get in touch with a phone
(It's a koan) So don't expect to get it

I'm just a goddamned chain reaction
Oh no Oh yeah Alright

I walk soft and I carry a stick
About the size of the tries
That it takes to get a decent hooker
My shit's clean like a washing machine
I'm alive, it's a fact you can't attack
And now I'm taking over

I'm just a goddamned chain reaction
Oh no Oh yeah Alright