I get carried away
All suddenly like
Strikes in the zone
All rumbling like
Wind on the microphone
Throw the burner away
Extract the asset
And the question now,
You must ask it:
Will we still win it?
Are we astray?
Is our instinct in sync with
The twisting of fate?
Sometimes it's loco
Sometimes it's crazy
Sometimes it's normal
And i still get carried away
I get carried away!
All suddenly like
Stars in the sky
All rumbling like
Trucks on the 95
Tip the kerosene spout
Flash the matches
Watch the grasses sprout up
Through the ashes
Will we still win it?
Are we astray?
Is our instinct in sync with
The twisting of fate?
Sometimes it's loco
Sometimes it's crazy
Sometimes it's normal
And i still get carried away
I get carried away!