Hyperactive

(Tell me about your childhood.)

At the tender age of three

I was hooked to a machine

Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk.

Ha! Must have took me for a fool

When they chucked me out of school

'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk.

But tonight I'm on the edge -

Fellas, shut me in the fridge

'Cause I'm burning up! (I'm burning up.)

With the vision in my brain

And the music in my veins

And the dirty rhythm in my blood!

They are messing with my heart...

And they're messing with my heart

And they're messing with my heart

Won't stop messing with my... ohh!

Ripping me apart!

Hyperactive: when I'm small

Hyperactive: now I'm grown

Hyperactive: and the night is young

(And in a minute I'll blow!)

Semaphore out on the floor

Messages from outer space

Deep heat for the feet

And the rhythm of your heartbeat

'Cause the music of the street

It isn't any rapattack

It isn't any rapattack

I can reach into your homes

Like an itch in your headphones

You can't turn it up

I'm the shape in your back room

I'm the breather on the phone

And I'm burning up

But there's one thing I must say

Before they lock me up again -

You'd be safer at the back

When I'm having an attack!

Hyperactive: when I'm small

Hyperactive: now I'm tall

Hyperactive: as the day is long

Hyperactive: in my bones

Hyperactive: in your phones

Hyperactive: and the night is young

Hyperactive : when I'm small

Hyperactive: now I'm grown

Hyperactivfe: 'til I'm dead and gone

Stand up : hyperactivate!

Get up: hyperactivate!

Wise up: hyperactivate!

London: hyperactivate