Processed Beats

Kasabian

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide



I drop beats from this processed meat

For a conversation, a meditation and

I cut waves like some unborn sage

Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing



I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide



I break bones stealing mobile phones

And I'm cuttin deals for these homeless meals

Making idle threats using chinese burns

As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing



I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hide