Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed, covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
pinned my ass to the wall
But she never got the feelin' to last
Celebrate, celebrate, celebraid it
This is the critical mass
So far so good, I heard the other say
I drink to you, your mind, her ass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
This is the critical mass
with a brush full of blue
Paints surrealist scenes on the wall
that it's really well done
But she just ain't listenin' at all
when the shoe doesn't fit
And I went screaming out down
Just then I heard a poundin'
sang the voice of twenty more
we'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
Time and space, is takin' me away