The Stone Roses — Tradjic Roundabout

Witches, warlocks, and vulturemen too Martin Luther had nothing on you He had a dream, you'll have a baby, baby Will you cope, I don't know, maybe The CIA, in Mothercare They'll screw you up cos you're not all there I see submission in a million eyes Dream with it habits are still telling lies And you're not so gifted at all, at all Bitches basements all over the land You're striking pulses with half dose in hand You think you're righteous 'cause you're smoking some shit And I'm the one that pays for it You're not so gifted at all, at all And we're not so gifted at all, at all Woo! And you're not so gifted at all, at all And we're not so gifted at all, at all Woo!