Just coming round from schizadelic KO,
They knocked me out with a bible,
Said: Come here boy,
You think that we never knew
You never were a disciple

There's nothing on my mind,
There's nothing on my mind,
Nothing in my head,
You know I'm always in the back of my mind

And she's coming down from schizadelic KO,
She's got her hands in the trifle,
But there's nothing in her burka that they can drive out
Without the butt of a rifle

There's nothing on her mind,
There's nothing on her mind,
Nothing in her head,
You know she's always in the back of her mind