Lyrics
Tripping I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take a trip out of this place I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race I don't know what I'll see, don't even know what I'll find I don't know what to pack, never been to a trip at the mind Trip at the brain, trip at the brain, trip at the brain Do you know what I'm saying? Trip at the brain, trip at the brain, trip at the brain Well, I'm going insane I took a wrong turn and I ended up at my heart It could barely even pump no blood it was so thrashed and torn apart Thank it for working overtime in pain and misery Then I set back on the trail, headed for my destiny Trip at the brain, trip at the brain, trip at the brain Do you know what I'm saying? Trip at the brain, trip at the brain, trip at the brain Well, I'm going insane Well, fly with me Flying free Tripping You must be tripping Trip, trip, trip, trip, tripping Tripping I cannot stop this trip, I forgot to pack the brakes Crashed straight into a concrete wall of my mistakes Ended up in a cemetery of a thousand wasted days But that's alright with me, 'cause that's where most of my memory lays Gotta get away Gotta get away I'm gonna take that trip Welcome 'Cause I'm the host with the most Now here's a little toast Take your messages and put your mind on coast I'll exorcise your fears Make your nightmares disappear You can talk all you want But nothing do I really hear A situation, this operation A simple demonstration in experimentation I slip, trip, slip, trip every little dip There's nothing like a lobotomy To keep a person free of pain Financial gain For your personal pain Well it's so insane But won't you keep all the pain And slip, fly, trip Got caught up in another trap So pay another shrink Buy his wife another mink Let me tell what I think think I think, I think I gotta, gotta get away gotta get away, gotta get away I'm just tripping tripping tripping Never volatile, wanna sin with me? You gotta get away, they say they're gonna freak But that's between the cheek, gotta trip, gotta trip, gotta trip, gotta Gotta make a sound It's a dance mom Gotta take a trip, gotta take a trip The real trip ain't about getting hip Gotta trip Tripa tripa tripa tripa ha Sins go slam, going down at the chest Gotta get away gotta get away away Gotta trip with no permission, mind evaluation Take your head, add a little crazy Take that trip to the brain Take that trip to the brain Everybody gotta get get off You gotta gotta gotta take the trip to the brain!
Song details
Artist: Suicidal Tendencies
Writer(s): Michael Clark, Michael Muir
Album: How Will I Laugh Tomorrow When I Can't Even Smile Today
Release information: album: "How Will I Laugh Tomorrow When I Can't Even Smile Today" (1988)
- Film / album: How Will I Laugh Tomorrow When I Can't Even Smile Today