No relief on the timeline,
Nothing but dead bodies, illuminati amongst the waistlines,
And if you're not down you're coming up chewing on a bass line,
Saturday to Sunday, Monday,
Superman dropping Kryptonite.
You plead summer forever,
Nothing better than playing bad boys in good weather,
And I'm sure your crew will always stay together,
Living on the thrill of now or never.
Yeah you just roll,
Smoke and Scroll,
Better to be half-cut than overgrown,
I see body on body,
But no soul,
Cause they'd take three in the club,
Over one at home.
Who needs a mind when the party is all day,
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A,
Easy Riding
Stick to skulling if the pull is your forte,
Stuck into loving man she's sick of the foreplay,
Easy Riding.
You reek of ambition,
But its such a shame you're so plagued with indecision,
And you can hear the doubt inside but theres no need to listen,
Hit the town again man theres nights you can be missing.
Yeah you just roll,
Smoke and Scroll,
Better to be half-cut than overgrown,
I see body on body,
But no soul,
Cause they'd take three in the club,
Over one at home.
Who needs a mind when the party is all day,
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A,
Easy Riding
Stick to skulling if the pull is your forte,
Stuck into loving man she's sick of the foreplay,
Easy Riding.
Who needs a mind when the party is all day,
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A,
Who needs a mind when the party is all day,
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A,
Easy Riding
Who needs a mind when the party is all day,
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A,
Easy Riding.
Stick to skulling if the pull is your forte,
Stuck into loving man she's sick of the foreplay,
Easy Riding.