Trip At The Brain — Suicidal Tendencies

I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take a trip out of this place

I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race I don't know what I'll see, don't even know what I'll find I don't know what to pack, never been to a trip at the mind

Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain Do you know what I'm saying? Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain. Trip at the brain Well I'm going insane

I took a wrong turn and ended up at my heart I t could barely even pump no blood it was so thrashed and torn apart Thank it for working overtime in pain and misery Then I set back on the trail, headed for my destiny

Fly with me Flying free

Tripping You must be tripping Trip, trip, tripping Ya ya ya ya you're tripping

I cannot stop this trip, I forgot to pack the brakes Crashed straight into a concrete wall of my mistakes Ended up in a cemetary of a thousand wasted days But that's alright with me, cause that's where most of my memories lay