Styles of the Times

I woke up in Barcelona Heading south in the Sudan With the radio switching stations set on scan Mark the people talking Hail to Trivia on my lap The scan scores Ignore the war And went back to thinking of Crawling toward the ooze Crawling toward the ooze And if it's up to me I'll just Leave it up to you I woke up against my wishes Boom box outside my door Like I've been awakened a thousand times before I was blinded by the science The MC Ride mad cow The morning Dowd The late Lance Loud And the all-new priest crowd I'm heading for the ooze Crawling toward the ooze And if it's up to me I'll just Leave it up to you Woke up, it was a gentle morning And the first thing that I heard Was her daddy talking like I was a fool Talking about evil Talking about God Mush mush about that guy Mark machine played in the dead zone I'm heading for the ooze Crawling toward the ooze And if it's up to me I'll just Leave it up to you