this one goes out to all shady transactors, the actors, the hangers-on / blasting transistors, the tvs, the fisters, the 1st time french kissers / and the bags that you grabbed like a crab dude / and the rags you stuffed into your stab wounds / this one goes out to all the white druggie ravers, hey saviour, your soup is on / at the table with the breaking out blondes / there's a gaggle of gutted out swans / we groped on the green golf course lawn / and we sped through the 7th straight dawn / and we woke up in 7th street / first we got rushed and then we got crushed / these tiger-striped toughs are much bigger than us / first we got sliced and then we got swarmed / these sabre-toothed thugs are so heavily armed / this one goes out to all the heavyweight hangers-on, your whole fucking entourage / there's pricks in the peakskills, there's dust in these drum fills and this mouth's got mic skills / ask the brothels and hostels that housed us, ask the club kids as they crowded around us / this one goes out to all the white druggie ravers that keep puttin records on / cause they keep putting records out, cause the old ones keep wearin out / and i think the same thing that's eating you up on the inside / is the same guy that's eatin you out / (so that's when i said let's get incredible) / dude looks like jesus but sleeveless, says he's into Rush and reckless chemistry / met him in memphis, got him up to galilee, says it's easy to see / these kids want something new to get their eyes rollin back into their dreams / they want a cellophane celebration, a revolution rushing into dancefloor distribution / (from amhearst/hampton to boston, from trenton and princeton to camden) / hennepin and 7th to stinson, franklin and portland to clinton