Coffeehouse Revolutionary Land Songtext

Hold it. I need a chemical not too sweet not too tart. I need a six lift. And we float just to keep your hands on the table. Hold you cigarette like a weapon. You're ready to burn. Keep it out of my sight. Not the worst not the best that you had. Chemical grounds, that's what we'll talk about. No more hesitation, no more tonight tonight tonight. Your hands are allowed to walk on. We hold your cigarette like a weapon. Turn around, I'm talking to you. Are you ready to cross that line? Get out of mine. Are you ready? You want time to kill? I don't want them all to think I know. Did I mention everything I know?