"The Devils Summit" lyrics

Well, you're messin' up my head
Inside your funky love machine
Those mutha's are fleeing the nest
To join our brother/sister soul machine
With hesitation I view the world
But I know a good thing is going down
Media, they talk of masturbation
Skip their krap and get on down

Woahah, do it, yeah
Brothers, sisters come to me, yeah
Woahah, all right now
Pinnacles of ecstasy

God squad they wish that we were dead
'Cause we're always tripping out of our head
This funky doom scene is insane
Police, they have a different brain
Love is the sin we call salvation
Heaven stationed in a lovers smile
Our law is the law of meditation
Flip yo' head into the sky (superfly)

Woahah, yeah
Brother, sister, can't you see
Woahah, yeah, hit me
We're loaded - get high!
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