Kick hit roll the rules and smoke
The station's full of junkie's food
Be glad sad punch the bag
And mind your mind
The station's man is second hand
Relax brag chase the dragon in the tracksuit
Cute as a hawk's talk talk
Rotate get straight jump the queue
The station's man isn't watching you
We live at therapy station
With the action man and his medecine
At therapy station
All stuck together with glue
Be pure sure you'll lose a drop or two
But blood is cheap at least
From our point of view
This song won't mean a thing
To all you people from that
Clean white world
We live at therapy station
With the action man and his medecine
At therapy station
All stuck together with glue
They've played our song so many times
I almost think the words are mine
Broaden your mind, broaden your minds
Let the big light shine on you