Through Your Eyes

I don't need no special things to get me high
 All I needs a touch of Ron to get me by
 I see people traveling, never make a move
 I don't follow my leader, needles in the groove
 I don't like sitar, it don't touch guitar
 People selling me heaven, praying to the sky
 I don't read their message, listen with your eyes
 Listen with your eyes, listen with your eyes
 (I love it)
 You've had a hustling day
 Your life's roundabout anyway
 I got my feet on the ground
 That doesn't mean I don't get around
 I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue
 I love to see a daybreak, it's not a chemical wide awake
 I like a rub in the tub, I never want to pull out the plug
 I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue, Mr. Blue
 People search the dailies, live by horoscope
 Looking for direction, don't they get the joke
 I won't fear the reaper, when the curtain falls
 I'm not vegetating, waiting for the call
 I don't like sitar, it don't touch guitar
 Wake up to the future, you should make your plans
 Dreams are made in heaven, life is in your hands
 Life is in your hands, life is in your hands
 Life is in your hands