Your eyes Your eyes can see me go Your legs are crack and I'm stoned This great __ is breathing down your neck Your great complex try to steal the keys from me This is the final hill now And I just had a revolution We've been fought by the institution So we end us with nothing to loose man Who lives, dreams in Regent's park John Wilt, niqual and Shakespeare to the room I've just giving up in another street corner I fell on my back just to keeping in the closet This is the final hill now And I just had a revolution We've been fought by the institution So we end us with nothing to loose man You asked me too what is all this for And tell yourself So I made your midgion for I don't think that happened I don't think that happened I don't think that happened I don't think that happened