Scrolling my tits on the rock
I'm begging your music to stop
Soloeing our brains
are we not?
I guess there's no grip on this rock...
friction, just friction, knock...knock
Your body, your mind, your drive
crazy rock climber this is your tribe
Lacing up your rock shoes
you ain't listening
just singing your blues
soloeing our brains
are we not?
I guess no such trip has to stop
Rest just rest on the rest...
Your body, your mind, your drive
crazy rock climber this is your tribe
