Текст песни Freaking Out - Sticky Fingers

Oh, see the bees, they dump around like kings
And someone was given roots to these things
No direction from no familiar face
Just tryna find a way out of this place

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, see the music, it had no sound
And now I′m gone, nowhere to be found
Oh, give me just one reason to stay
I'm craving culture that′s far, far away

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Stations, they have no name
And the flavors, they all taste the same
Watching my world fade to black
My whole system is under attack

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh