=verse I
objects in space i command um
droppin tracks like a needle i handle the anvil
flexiin all this vinyl its up in my mind kid
yea well i like this one uh i think its got some

-chorus
all this good life rather be huxlin
put the world on your back shoulders be shrugging
check your tone your black is running
prints to the throne and id rather be huxlin

=verse II
fingers split and the bones are showin
crack and dry takin all that smoke in
dilate my eye as it enters the blood stream
slow pan to the right fade to the next scene
ships don't flow they just follow the ebb in
chirps don't know they relate to the back beat

-chorus
all this good life rather be huxlin
put the world on your back shoulders be shrugging
check your tone your black is running
prints to the throne and id rather be huxlin

=verse III
turn table round revolution your dyin to front
play up that sound you know they all a-like um
shame is the clowns wait for it to come round again
carousel drown in a mix of mirrors and chems
drip drab and plan.... quiet.... you hear the wrens
they aint quite the same but they that different

-chorus
all this good life rather be huxlin
put the world on your back shoulders be shrugging
check your tone your black is running
prints to the throne and id rather be huxlin