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