Welcome - 311

I can’t survive on a stupid nine to five

I’d rather be poor, writin' tunes, livin' on a commune

Kickin' it with my brothers (brothers)

And significant others (others)

Life in pursuit of money, uh huh, we think it’s funny

The only thing that money it could ever bring for me

Would be some gifts for my friends

Follow me now, trips for my family

The only thing I love is freedom (freedom)

The people around me, I need 'em (I need 'em)

I’d like to buy the world a Coke, but like I said, I said

You could never get me interested in dreams of wealth myself

My birthday happens to land on April 12th… whack

A Coney Island of the mind, it’s mine

I swipe the sweets, strip the beats in the sunshine

Loco homes I stroll because I’m thinking

A tone poem alone is love medicine

Then the demon, spring revolution in my spirit

Here it is and I will kill with it

Traveling, head spinnin' from the medicine

Illusions fadin' out and comin' on again

Unwind your blind mind, find entire minutes

Abstract the tract of sight, day breaking in it

Doles out my share of the world, ocean and sun

Rising with a whirling motion (yeah)

I fought, kicked and screamed my way to getting born

Now I feel worn and I say come on

The night won’t save anyone

Won’t you roam, we’ve grown so we can write again

Our soul select its own way for the travellin'

We’re here, we’re breathing and we wanna keep our blood running

So we’re gonna keep gunning 'til the next homecoming

I like the boogie to the bang bang boogie

Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang, come on