Can't Stop

Can't stop, addicted to the shindig
 Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big
 Choose not a life of imitation
 Distant cousin to the reservation
 Defunct, the pistol that you pay for
 This punk, the feelin' that you stay for
 In time, I want to be your best friend
 East Side love is living on the West End
 Knocked out, but boy, you better come to
 Don't die, you know, the truth is some do
 Go write your message on the pavement
 Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant
 White heat is screamin' in the jungle
 Complete the motion if you stumble
 Go ask the dust for any answers
 Come back strong with 50 belly dancers
 The world I love, the tears I drop
 To be part of the wave, can't stop
 Ever wonder if it's all for you?
 The world I love, the trains I hop
 To be part of the wave, can't stop
 Come and tell me when it's time to
 Sweetheart is bleeding in the snow cone
 So smart, she's leading me to ozone
 Music, the great communicator
 Use two sticks to make it in the nature
 I'll get you into penetration
 The gender of a generation
 The birth of every other nation
 Worth your weight, the gold of meditation
 This chapter's gonna be a close one
 Smoke rings, I know you're gonna blow one
 All on a spaceship, persevering
 Use my hands for everything but steering
 Can't stop the spirits when they need you
 Mop tops are happy when they feed you
 J. Butterfly is in the treetop
 Birds that blow the meaning into bebop
 The world I love, the tears I drop
 To be part of the wave, can't stop
 Ever wonder if it's all for you?
 The world I love, the trains I hop
 To be part of the wave, can't stop
 Come and tell me when it's time to
 Wait a minute, I'm passin' out, win or lose
 Just like you
 Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
 How about you?
 Ten more reasons why I need somebody new
 Just like you
 Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
 Right on cue
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 Can't stop, addicted to the shindig
 Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big
 Choose not a life of imitation
 Distant cousin to the reservation
 Defunct, the pistol that you pay for
 This punk, the feelin' that you stay for
 In time, I want to be your best friend
 East Side love is living on the West End
 Knocked out, but boy, you better come to
 Don't die, you know, the truth is some do
 Go write your message on the pavement
 Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant
 Kick-start the golden generator
 Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
 Can't stop the gods from engineering
 Feel no need for any interfering
 Your image in the dictionary
 This life is more than ordinary
 Can I get two, maybe even three of these?
 Comin' from space to teach you of the Pleiades
 Can't stop the spirits when they need you
 This life is more than just a read-through