Ive got my finger on the pulse
thats why i get exactly what i want
eye for an eye
they say maybe extra-fucking-ordinary
you know
i know
what i got
superstition all right or wrong
indecisions theyre dead theyre dead and gone
know you place get out of my face
or i keep my ear down to the ground
electric soil waves make a funky sound
hand of a god they say
maybe holds a script of destiny
and you know
i know
what i want
superstitions all right and wrong
indecisions theyre dead and gone
polar ice caps and tidal waves
science-fiction gone
once its begun you can never hold or never fold it
ive got my finger on the pulse
its what youve got that ill unfold
i got my finger on the pulse
ill seat my heat until im told
no things lost whilst ive still got a pulse