Up In It - Masters Of Reality

Outside in the rain

Didn’t mean to be mean again

Hadn’t dreamed since… all along

Serenaded by the dawn

Lalalala, lalalala

Lalalala, lalalala

Setting sun throwing knives

Heading south with seven wives

Out sung by the telephone

In outter space all alone

Lalalala, lalalala

Lalalala, lalalala

I’m up and in it

I’m up and in it

I’m up and in it

I’m up and in it

I’m up in it

I’m up in it

Setting sun throwing knives

Heading south with seven wives

Hadn’t dreamed since… all along

Serenaded by the dawn

Lalalala, lalalala

Lalalala, lalalala

Lalalala, lalalala

Lalalala, lalalala