Call, response, syncopate the prose   Fuck the highs because I live for the lows   Four by four, with activated riff   It?s good in my car, so it must be a hit      I know where the heart is   I know where the heart is      Giant drinks and waitress indisposed   Ski that jump on the tip of her nose, forget it   Songs are written but never with a pen   The words will follow but you never know when      I know where the start is   I know where the start is