| 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 |