| Song | Inner Light Spectrum |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | Transistor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Martinez Music:Sexton/Martinez | |
| When I shadow box inside my skull | |
| bothered by the senselessness | |
| I wish for the messiah, | |
| Indian woman, Babylon | |
| There is one thing I | |
| will say on life | |
| we are livin | |
| let it flow | |
| cuz it won't stop | |
| and when the kind | |
| consciousness | |
| come unto you | |
| you will know | |
| and it won't stop | |
| When I wipe the sleep | |
| from my eyes | |
| will my fondest dream please come true | |
| crush my heart with a hammer | |
| make a purer one | |
| Babylon | |
| Chorus | |
| But mean people | |
| I say choke on it | |
| gagging all the way | |
| may you remember | |
| the texture for days | |
| but you'll get used to | |
| the feeling of your pride | |
| chugalug it time after time | |
| learning your lesson | |
| will do you fine |
| Lyrics: Martinez Music: Sexton Martinez | |
| When I shadow box inside my skull | |
| bothered by the senselessness | |
| I wish for the messiah, | |
| Indian woman, Babylon | |
| There is one thing I | |
| will say on life | |
| we are livin | |
| let it flow | |
| cuz it won' t stop | |
| and when the kind | |
| consciousness | |
| come unto you | |
| you will know | |
| and it won' t stop | |
| When I wipe the sleep | |
| from my eyes | |
| will my fondest dream please come true | |
| crush my heart with a hammer | |
| make a purer one | |
| Babylon | |
| Chorus | |
| But mean people | |
| I say choke on it | |
| gagging all the way | |
| may you remember | |
| the texture for days | |
| but you' ll get used to | |
| the feeling of your pride | |
| chugalug it time after time | |
| learning your lesson | |
| will do you fine |
| Lyrics: Martinez Music: Sexton Martinez | |
| When I shadow box inside my skull | |
| bothered by the senselessness | |
| I wish for the messiah, | |
| Indian woman, Babylon | |
| There is one thing I | |
| will say on life | |
| we are livin | |
| let it flow | |
| cuz it won' t stop | |
| and when the kind | |
| consciousness | |
| come unto you | |
| you will know | |
| and it won' t stop | |
| When I wipe the sleep | |
| from my eyes | |
| will my fondest dream please come true | |
| crush my heart with a hammer | |
| make a purer one | |
| Babylon | |
| Chorus | |
| But mean people | |
| I say choke on it | |
| gagging all the way | |
| may you remember | |
| the texture for days | |
| but you' ll get used to | |
| the feeling of your pride | |
| chugalug it time after time | |
| learning your lesson | |
| will do you fine |