"Let's Get Incredible" lyrics - LIFTER PULLER

This one goes out to all shady transactors, the actors, the hangers-on
Blasting transistors, the TVs, the fisters, the first time French kissers
And the bags that you grabbed like a Crab dude
And the rags you stuffed into your stab wounds

This one goes out to all the white druggie ravers
Hey saviour, your soup is on
At the table with the breaking out blondes
There's a gaggle of gutted-out swans
We groped on the green golf course lawn
And we sped through the seventh straight dawn
And we sped through the seventh straight dawn
And we woke up in 7th Street

First we got rushed and then we got crushed
These tiger-striped toughs are much bigger than us
First we got sliced and then we got swarmed
These sabre-toothed thugs are so heavily armed

This one goes out to all the heavyweight hangers-on, the whole fucking entourage
There's pricks in the Peekskills, there's dust in these drum fills and this mouth's got mic skills
Ask the brothels and hostels that housed us, ask the club kids as they crowded around us
This one goes out to all the white druggie ravers that keep putting records on
'Cause they keep putting records out, 'cause the old ones keep wearing out
And I think the same thing that's eating you up on the inside
Is the same guy that's eating you out

(So that's when I said "let's get incredible")

Dude looks like Jesus but sleeveless
Says he's into Rush and reckless chemistry
Met him in Memphis, got him up to Galilee
He says it's easy to see
These kids want something new to get their eyes rollin back into their dreams
They want a cellophane celebration
A revolution rushing into dancefloor distribution

(From Amherst to North Hampton to Boston, from Trenton and Princeton to Camden)
Hennepin and 7th to Stinson, Franklin and Portland to Clinton