Jazz

Jazz

Floating through space

Time has no meaning

Large empty space

Time isn't there

Grooving through time

Life has no meaning

Sexualization of the jazz

Jazz

Crawling through time

Finding the gold

Digging deep through the earth looking for gold

But finding only space

Jazz

Stinky jazz

Flowing through jazz

Time has no meaning

Forty-five minutes of non stop jazz

I'm sorry I was mistaken

It's two hours and seventy-eight minutes of non-stop jazz

You cannot stop the jazz

You cannot quite, quite comprehend the jazz

But you can smell the jazz

Can you taste the jazz?

It tastes like honeysuckle dew drops from the breeze of ancient nations

You're not quite sure that you want the jazz

You do not like the jazz

You're pretty sure that you hate the jazz

And yet you want the jazz

Jazz

Who put the devil into my jazz?

I said

Who put Beelzeboss into my jazz?

Who put Satan into my jazz?

Was it you? Was it you? Who did it?

There's Satan in my jazz

The devil's in my jazz

Too much Satan into my jazz

Me and Kage are hungry

We're hungry for some jazz

That's Kones on electric

That's Spike on the bass

That's Brooks on the drums

That's Kage in your face

And little ol' me on voc's

The vox

The thing you know to be true

Yeah

A new direction for the D

It's absolutely certain that we will sell many records this way

But that's not why we do it, no

There's simply nothing to it, no

Our hearts have led us this way

But have our hearts led us astray?

Yes

I'm afraid our hearts have led us astray

Why do you do it?

Why you do it this way?

Because the jazz has no meaning

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it coming from down here, down below?

That's the feeling, don't ya know

Of the scat man

The jazz man

It's an ancient jazz

It's an ancient kind of jazz

It's a sweet taste of jazz

Aw, that sweet, delicious Jazz

Aw, that scrumptious jazz

Get inside the jazz

Let it take you higher

Let it take you all the way

To the other side of the universe of your soul

Jazz

And stop!