Processed Beats

(álbum: Kasabian - 2005)

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I drop beats from this processed meat
For a conversation, a meditation, and
I cut waves like some unborn sage
Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I break bones, stealing mobile phones
And I'm cutting deals for these homeless meals
Making idle threats using Chinese burns
As you load my head with The Grateful Dead, singing

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide