i ve seen the dreadlocked man sit by the magic tree singing songs of the wise the wise and the free and the bike slipped from beneath my drunken weight and my body it became the tar s evening bait but none of this is fate and i ve crawled through the bushes and the spiders and thorns to delve beyond the barrier of the celebration core i m just an innocent outlaw and i know that it s good that i m doing this for it s all lies and my limbs have danced for the amsterdam sunrise with not one restriction and not one disguise monotony is what i despise integration to society would be my demise it s all lies