The Slave (The Germs)

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