You're probably right, seen from your side, that I've been lucky But I've been meaning to crack all week Yes, I've been involved, it never resolved to anything shocking And pains playing yo-yo in my body as we speak And now I found something to look for And I can't decide 'Cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score Just like I did before It wouldn't be true, not towards you, to say that I'm staying When on every single impulse, on every other move I react 'Cause in any old creek, with changing technique, you'll see me playing After any old motherfucking blow I'll be back We turned away from instant stuff Our cracking codes were breaking up Our words were sucked out, it made them clean And after lowness say it And after more let it be known Our codes are grown into something mean You're probably right, as for tonight, you're making me nervous What is it you want me to be thinking of? I'll put on a movie, I'll play something groovy as a matter of service And I'll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love And you know it's not my style to be giving up now This pain in my side, I had enough This time I go for Instant Street This life's a soulless excuse For all abuse and parenthesis The flyspecked windows and the The stinking lobbies, they'll remain All the same, all the same This time I go This time I go