I believe I'm gonna   Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva off-a my shelf   Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells   Cool down my karma with a can of O.P.T   Ain't no call for Castaneda in my frontline library      There's one thing I know, Lord above   I ain't gonna go   I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now   Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now      Ain't dancin' trance, no thanks, no chance to t-t-tranquilize me   Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me   Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline   I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me      I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip   I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip   Timothy Leary, just check out this theory   He sold acid for the F.B.I   Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under   You can keep your California Sunshine      'Cause the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than   Some fool lying on some Third World beach wearing   Spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope   Pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want   Consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle   An' I sing with the brothers and sisters