The State

I'm coming together,
Now explode,
Like a comet in the night,
I can feel forever,
The love mode,
Where ever thing is right.

Fly on the childlike high,
You don't need to try,
Just pass that right by.
Fly on the childlike high,
You'll see the reason why,
Hear it in stereo... hi-fi,
Don't let the taste,
Go to waste,
You'll feeeeeeel,
Soooo reeeeeeal.

(Sure beats the smell of hell,
Sulfur n' brimstone is no home.)