Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
 
 Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
 
 Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, get
 
 Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat, yeah
 
  
  Baby, come on 'fore the going gets gone
 
 Heard you lied to the
 
 Major, won't be long
 
 Well I wish upon a wedding for a picture in
 
 When they knock for ya don't forget who you are the star
 
 Skinty Fia
  
 
 Baby, come on, whose side are you on?
 
 I don't wanna see the queen, I already sing her song
 
 While they're snuffing out hopes and they're blotting out suns
 
 They claim to know the form in which genius comes, yeah
  
 
 Baby, come on, get your high heels on
 
 It's the body is cold, it's the course is run
 
 What artless living, all this soft pain thrills
 
 What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills
 
 Can you feel it?
  
 
 Baby, come on get stoned, get stoned
 
 Get inside it, inside it, inside it, inside
 
 Get along, get along, get alone, get alone, get
 
 Was it the weed or the moment that stoned ya?
  
 
 Baby, come on get the hourglass on
 
 I will dart into town, no I won't be long
 
 If the talk's getting cold, we'll be chancing none
 
 Well you know what I'm saying, our day will come
 
 Can you feel it?
 
 Won't be long
 
 Can you feel it?