Powertrip Lyrics

Who's gonna teach you how to dance?

Who's gonna show you how to fly?

Who's gonna call you on the lame dope
smokin', slackin' little sucker you are?

Channel flippin' slackin' little sucker

Lazy little channel flippin' sucker

Who's gonna get you from behind?

Who's gonna ring your little bell?

Who's gonna con you into buying that
television fake revolution they sell?

buying that peanut butter fake revolution they
sell?

When are you gonna blow the game?

When are you gonna blow the screen?

When you gonna tell that their crap doesn't
wash and you've found a

way to make your own dreams? Yeah, their crap doesn't wash and you've
found a way to make yourself scream

Well I've died a million times, and I've picked
my culture well

And I'll build myself again, they can all now go
to----hell.

I'm never gonna work another day in my life

The Gods told me to relax, they said I'm
gonna get fixed up right

I'm never gonna work another day in my life

I'm way too busy powertripping, but I'm gonna
shed you some light

Who's gonna teach you how to dance?

Who's gonna show you how to fly?

When you get tired of their crap, baby, move
over here

and maybe buy some of mine

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