[Intro]
Daddy
Yes, son?
Wh-wh-wh-wh-what does regret mean?
Well, son, a funny thing about regret is
That it's better to regret something you have done
Than to regret something you haven't done
And by the way, if you see your mom this weekend
Would you be sure and tell her
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan
Satan

[Verse 1]
Opening my eyes, reaching for the skies
I am what I am 'cause I metamorphosise
It's not a nice day 'cause that's not the deal
The Double R's cool 'cause all is surrеal
Back in my land, I'll take you by the hand
But don't worry 'cause your futurе is planned
Nor traverse the reality of time itself
Go back an hour, so I can meet myself
Conversing in this way is fun
KLA times two calling one-on-one
One mouth, one mind, one body, one brain
Rhythmically insane
Taking my time, now it's time to take a rest
I'll sleep, I'll dream, I'll wake
And now things are much clearer
So much clearer to me
I was blind, now I see
I know all the truth and it's inevitable
My man's arrived to take control
The slaves are here to perform the act
That's why he's grinning like a Cheshire cat
Irreversible, I'm afraid
And then see a slave with Double R's aid
I'll slit the brain in two and delve deep
Only delved shit is what I keep
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Not a Looney Tune, it's not a cartoon
The Earth, the Sun, the stars, the Moon
All realms of the Double R's zone
Guess who it is on the microphone
Meistro, and I'm invading your mind
I'm Red Weed, you're mankind
Helpless, now where's your defense?
You're getting nervous, tenser, tense
You shut down, mental panic
Double R's words are organic
Natural, clear and plain
You're falling, falling like rain
A downpour of impurity, no security
You have to run but this is game, a little bit of fun
It's just begun, it's beginning
Brain's working, vinyl's spinning
Handle it, yes, is what we told you
All part of our plan to mould you
Right 'round to a new way of thinking
Engulfed by sound, sinking down
Deep down under, no wonder
Here is Double R's city
Right now for the real nitty gritty
My brain is an ST, computing musically
Just like a flued-up floodie
Mellow's how it goes
The wind blows and the ozone hole grows
But we continue
To move you