(George Clinton/Eddie Hazel) Pleasure is the motivation For the human race Everything starts and ends with sex And appeal Feeling good is the bait They use to fish for you and me Comfort is the poison It's your spirit they want to kill There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our space-aged generation And it's all designed To take you to the sky There's such a need To get nice And feel nice And I need it more than I ought to I said My preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction You know what? I'm feeling better By the pound There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our space-aged generation And it's all designed To take you to the sky Take you to the sky Take you to the sky I'm feeling better by the pound By the pound There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our space-aged generation Try to take your mind It's all designed To take you to the sky Take you to the sky Take you to the sky I'm feeling better by the pound Yeah Satisfaction Gratifaction There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our space-aged generation And it's all designed To take you to the sky Take you to the sky Take you to the sky There's a tidal wave of mysticism Surging through our space-aged generation And it's all designed To take you to the sky Take you to the sky Take you to the sky