Grandma Speaking    

turn on the XM radio
listen to 'sixties rock
what better way to be
running out the clock

it brings me back to the dance floor
brings me back to the fire
seemed like the road was calling
we used to get higher and higher

they were napalming kids in Asia
we didn't know what for
thought if we loved each other
we'd put an end to war

guitar strings twisted electric
we climbed like a rope or a breath
or a green beanstalk while Joy
took the mike with her partner Death

we thought minds could be altered
we thought the times were changed
the man was skinning the drum
the saxophone was deranged

yeah turn on the XM radio
listen to 'sixties rock
no better way to be
running out the clock