Grinds are out, my eyes are poppin' I wanna take the train or the plane I don't wanna shoot it. We crash, we burn 60 hours a minute If this thing don't stop, I guess I'll pop Forgive me Get up, slide down. What are you hiding? Don't you know we'll burn it slow from here until tomorrow? We crash, we burn 60 hours a minute Don't you know we'll burn it slow from here until tomorrow? Bust out the flute, the magic pipe, conjure up the things that fly I'm skin and bone, got no home, don't pity me The guns are out, the goblins too, so are you Well, it's not too late, I wanna change, deliver me... Get up, slide down. What are you hiding? Don't you know we'll burn it slow from here until tomorrow? We crash, we burn 60 hours a minute Don't you know we'll burn it slow from here until tomorrow?