Pleasure is the motivation
For the human race
Everything starts and ends with sex
And appeal
Feeling good is the bait
They use to fish for you and me
Comfort is the poison
It's your spirit they want to kill
There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our space-age generation
And it's all designed
To take you to the sky
There is such a need
To get nice
And feel nice
And i need it more than i ought to
I said
My preacher keeps promisin' satisfaction
The ladies keep giving up the gratifaction
You know what?
I'm feeling better
By the pound
There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our space-age generation
And it's all designed
To take you to the sky
Take you to the sky
Take you to the sky
I'm feeling better by the pound
By the pound
Come on mother earth,
Come here let it speak to you
I say
Come on brother earth,
Come here let it speak through you...
Come on, and fly
There's a tidal wave of mysticism
Surging through our space-age generation
Try to take your mind, yeah
And it's all designed
To take you to the sky
Take you to the sky
Take you to the sky
I'm feeling better by the pound
Yeah
Hit my knees,
And stop wanting for the world
I gotta hit my knees,
And stop wanting for the world
Yeah
Satisfaction, gratifaction
Ain't got no reaction,
To the politricks
And stop wanting for the world
Gotta hit your knees,
And stop wanting for the world
Yeah
Satisfaction
Gratifaction
Ain't got no reaction, to
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