This is a song about "The electromagnetic spectrum"

The more battles the better the flows

Everything i wanted never seem so close

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Life's about decisions man

Still the man with the pan

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream