You'll need some kind of saint to pull those impure thoughts out of your head   Love the poor complexity   You wouldn't want it any other way      Climb on, climb on aboard   Giving it a little bit more      Just beating during the sun (?)   Defibrillated hearts with every pulse without your own defiling   You'd backwards circle right above our heads      Climb on, climb on aboard   Giving it a little bit more      Don't stop      We've had to cross the line   Despite the fact our feet dipped in the fire   We push and pull again   Then shake our tamborines into the dust   You need some kind of saint   To pull those impure thoughts right out your head   Like the poor complexity   You wouldn't want it any other way         Climb on, climb on aboard (don't stop)   Giving it a little bit more (don't stop)