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. |