With a matching balaclava
stitched in Northern Italy
Well it just got me thinking
and I flashed my credit card
I read the weather makers,
And I thought about the space
And I stole some high explosive
from the Coffin Cheaters Club
Then I vanished like a ninja to you, scrub
guilty of the worst edition
I'm dancing like a Hare Krishna
Well, I see the queen on my 250,
Well, the blood had lifted to my head,
And I rammed a stick of jelly
with the cooling towers warm
as the bricks began to fall
taking the extreme position
Taunting the police commissioner
Guilty of the worst sedition
Surf station cameras catch me
Tranted like a Hare Krishna
Roadblocks on all the highways
Soon joined by angry scientists
And some old Jesus freaks
Selecting strange disciples
We hatched a brand new plan
We started free production
Now black tobacco run on soda
Decommissioning power stations,
Viewers in their leather trench coats
Oh Mr. Police Commissioner,
look at it from my position
Acting on my own volition
Taking the extreme position
I'm tired of all this indecision