It starts in your head
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And moves to your hands
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Your body starts shakin'
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Cuz you're in demand
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You do the slave to the beat
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Of the neuro-sutra can can...
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You're lashed 'twixt the stars
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With your ice and motor cars:
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You do the slave to the beat
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Of the neuro-sutra can can
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Oh yea! Yea! Pull out the zen
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I've got a Buddhist principle in my hand
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Your life seems wasted your bodies laced in
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Don't stop now you've got to trace it...
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You put your hands together
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Writhe in the shackle
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You twist your body round
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Till it starts to crackle:
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You do the slave to the beat
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Of the neuro-sutra can can...
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Right here right now shake it in and out some
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Lights on off now make it spin and fight now
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The Slave
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