Text: The Whigs. Like A Vibration.

Like a vibration
my reputation is hanging around my neck
it's hanging out in bars
but my perception of my perception
is my confederate corn
it won't do me no good now

the world that calls us
it doesn't owe us
could we just have some fun?
could we just make some love?

like a vibration
no, no, no, no

so what you need now
what do you need now?
we need to realise our minds
we need to realise we'll die
the world below us
it'll never own us
I'm dancing on your front porch
you're dancing in my backyard

like a vibration
no, no, no, no