Lyrics
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention
Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything
Pvc costumes, letters to castro
Show me what you're reading, freaky girl with the afro
Franz fannon, yeah yeah I get it,
All that curiosity with something to offset it
Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations
Scientific babies, they be peddling information
The queen, she's smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm
The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs
I wrote a book in the year seven-ten
By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
If you're feeling insecure,
Cause you're living in a storm
If you find them, you can burn them,
If you burn them you can keep warm
Them winds of change, they be bringing change,
Especially now there's prostitutes on ilford lane
You see, it's kinda like, but no, it's not the same thing
See there were men on the moon, but they killed them
Bearing in mind, my mind's soul food
Bearing in mind, my mind's aquarian
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind yes yes, y'all
Bearing in mind, there's nothing in it
Bearing in mind, my mind's mine
Times being what they are, radar
Aeroplanes in my room,
And I don't know who's flying them
They're playing that tune
It's okay, I got my eye on them
They're making their messages out of them smokes
Words evaporate, I can't read what they wrote
Their language is so strange, I never seen it's kind
The smell of them vapors be taking my mind
Combined with that melody, them engines be humming
I pick up my mike, I put it down
See now I'm outside in, I don't know where I'm going
I gets in my car, I starts rowing
But like the water is seeping
It's getting in through the bottom
I tickle them fish
Swallow them whole, now I got some
Bones, sticking in my throat