Sleepy rhythms were lulling us   Trolling down a long canal   Onto savage shores and gilded floors   Of coliseums through the load-in door      Certain of this one thing   Certain of this one thing   Certain of this one thing   That superslomotion got the upper hand on me   On me, on me      Holy visions had ceased to come   My tongue was numb and I was feeling tired   Crying out in a wordless howl   Screeching off to the underground      Certain of this one thing   Certain of this one thing   Certain of this one thing   That superslomotion got the upper hand on me   On me, on me, on me      Sleepy rhythms were lulling us   Syrup sweet and poisonous   How I found my way back, I'm not sure   Through the channels and little streets that curve      Certain of this one thing   Certain of this one thing   Certain of this one thing   That superslomotion got the upper hand on me   On me, on me, on me      Certain of this one thing   Certain of this one thing   Certain of this one thing   That superslomotion got the upper hand on me   On me, on me, on me      On me, on me, on me, on me   On me, on me, on me      Got the upper hand   Got the upper hand   Got the upper hand   Got the upper hand, the upper hand on me   On me, on me, on me