I feel I'm gonna be fine
I got enough stone, food and wine
I think I'm gonna be fine
Pack it all the time
I feel like I'm dressed like a ship
I think I'm dead on a trip
Count everybody who's hip
Chewed out from the lip
Mood rider
Ignorant driver
I awoke
I think I'm turning to dust
Love is turning to lust
I think I'm turning to dust
Oh, it is a must
Mood rider
Ignorant driver
I awoke
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh