Lyrics

[Intro] Daddy Yes, son? Wh-wh-wh-wh-what does regret mean? Well, son, a funny thing about regret is That it's better to regret something you have done Than to regret something you haven't done And by the way, if you see your mom this weekend Would you be sure and tell her Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan Satan [Verse 1] Opening my eyes, reaching for the skies I am what I am 'cause I metamorphosise It's not a nice day 'cause that's not the deal The Double R's cool 'cause all is surrеal Back in my land, I'll take you by the hand But don't worry 'cause your futurе is planned Nor traverse the reality of time itself Go back an hour, so I can meet myself Conversing in this way is fun KLA times two calling one-on-one One mouth, one mind, one body, one brain Rhythmically insane Taking my time, now it's time to take a rest I'll sleep, I'll dream, I'll wake And now things are much clearer So much clearer to me I was blind, now I see I know all the truth and it's inevitable My man's arrived to take control The slaves are here to perform the act That's why he's grinning like a Cheshire cat Irreversible, I'm afraid And then see a slave with Double R's aid I'll slit the brain in two and delve deep Only delved shit is what I keep [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] Not a Looney Tune, it's not a cartoon The Earth, the Sun, the stars, the Moon All realms of the Double R's zone Guess who it is on the microphone Meistro, and I'm invading your mind I'm Red Weed, you're mankind Helpless, now where's your defense? You're getting nervous, tenser, tense You shut down, mental panic Double R's words are organic Natural, clear and plain You're falling, falling like rain A downpour of impurity, no security You have to run but this is game, a little bit of fun It's just begun, it's beginning Brain's working, vinyl's spinning Handle it, yes, is what we told you All part of our plan to mould you Right 'round to a new way of thinking Engulfed by sound, sinking down Deep down under, no wonder Here is Double R's city Right now for the real nitty gritty My brain is an ST, computing musically Just like a flued-up floodie Mellow's how it goes The wind blows and the ozone hole grows But we continue To move you