Gimme your attention, all you victims of the road.
Gonna shout from the mountain, teach you all you need to know.
No guilty feelings, no obsenity, just a chain reaction,
Shooting down from you to me.
Tip of my fingers, tip of my tongue.
Tip of my fingers, to the tip of my tongue.
Take you by the numbers, pickin it one by one.
Got to crawl 'fore you walk, and walk before you run.
Go on get a little closer, soon your gonna see.
That chain reaction, is the way it's gotta be.
Outside the naked city whispers tonight.
With a cast of a thousand rhythms slowly composing the light.
Listen to it once again...
I got this feeling, it's all been arranged.
I got this feeling, it's all pre-arranged.
This town's gonna know my name, I am Kid.
See me with a spray can, you best just look away.
Gonna stick like voodoo, don't you try to get away.
Cause when the walls start to crumble,
There's one thing you're gonna see.
That chain reaction, shooting down from you to me.