Freaking Out - Sticky Fingers

See the bees they dump around like kings

And someone was given roots to these things

No direction from no familiar face

Just tryna find the way out of this place

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh

See the music it adds no sound

And my mind, nowhere to be found

Oh, give me just one reason to stay

I’m craving culture that’s far, far away

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh

Stations, they have no name

And the flavors, they all taste the same

Watching my world fade to black

My whole system is under attack

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh

Ohh ohh ohh