| Critical Mass (Perry/Tyler, 4:39) Arriving in boats Black hooded coats Tormentors climbed into my room I crawled under my bed Covered my head But they're flushin' me out with a broom The lady, she's small Pinned my ass to the wall For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past Time after time She'd be readin' my mind Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it This is critical mass So far, so good I heard the other say So good, so far They're takin' me away I drink to you, your mind, her ass We'll take a drink and break the glass Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it This is critical mass Now the tallest of the two With a brush full of blue Paints surrealist scenes on the wall So I tell her for fun That's it's really well done But she just ain't listenin' at all She points to my heart Tellin' me if I'm smart I'll practice and phase Out and admit, when the doesn't fit And I went screamin' out down the hall Need it Need your love Just then I heard a poundin' on the wall We're all there, sang the voice of twenty more I drink to your alas We'll take a drink and break the glass Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it We are the critical mass Time and space is takin' me away Time erase, don't know the time of day |