BEATNIK DEBRIS

You feel that your spirit is out, travelling further than sleep
Time is the last place you look, when you've gone
Looking down at your room, Kerouac lays by your bed
Mist hangs high in the hills, like your shroud 

Do you wonder, do you feel
Do you wonder, do you feel
Do you wonder do you know, do you know?

I want to be like some beatnik debris
I want to, dance on the road on my own, want to,
I want to be like some beatnik debris
I want to, dance on the road on my own, on my own.

Buddha draws in the gloom, pictures depicting Man
Subterranean songs fill your head
Surf's high on the walls, this may never end
Float down and 'Howl' with your friends.

Do you wonder, do you feel
Do you wonder, do you feel
Do you wonder do you know, do you know?

I want to be like some beatnik debris
I want to, dance on the road on my own, want to,
I want to be like some beatnik debris
I want to, dance on the road on my own, on my own.