It starts in your head
  And moves to your hands
  Your body starts shakin'
  Cuz you're in demand
  You do the slave to the beat
  Of the neuro-sutra can can...
    You're lashed 'twixt the stars
  With your ice and motor cars:
  You do the slave to the beat
  Of the neuro-sutra can can
  Oh yea! Yea! Pull out the zen
  I've got a Buddhist principle in my hand
  Your life seems wasted your bodies laced in
  Don't stop now you've got to trace it...
    You put your hands together
  Writhe in the shackle
  You twist your body round
  Till it starts to crackle:
  You do the slave to the beat
  Of the neuro-sutra can can...
    Right here right now shake it in and out some
  Lights on off now make it spin and fight now