You're it
No, you're it
Hey, you're really it
You're it
No, I mean it, you're it
Say it
Don't spray it
Spirit desire
(Face me) spirit desire (don't displace me) spirit desire
We will fall
Miss me
Don't dismiss me
Spirit desire
Spirit desire, spirit desire, spirit desire

We will fall
Spirit desire
We will fall
Spirit desire, spirit desire, spirit desire
We will fall
Spirit desire

Yeah, everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather
And what's a man to do but work out whether it's true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper
Who can open up a map and see between one and two
Time to get it
Before you let it get to you

Here he comes now
Stick to your guns and let him through
And everybody's coming from their winter vacation
Taking in the sun in an exaltation to you
You come running in on platform shoes
With Marshall stacks to at least just give us a clue
Ah, here it comes
I know it's someone I knew
Teenage riot in a public station
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you

Now I see it
I think I'll leave it out of the way
Now I come near you
And it's not clear while you make your way
Looking for a ride to your secret location
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation for you
Got a foghorn, and a drum, and a hammer that's rockin'
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now
It better work out
I hope it works out my way
'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city head
It takes a teenage riot to get me out of bed right now
You better look it
We're gonna shake it up to him
He acts the hero
We paint a zero on his hand

We know it's down
We know it's bound too loose
Everybody's sound is 'round it
Everybody wants to be proud to choose
So who's taking blame for the stormy weather?
You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and cooze
It's time to go 'round
A one-man showdown, teach us how to fail
We're off the streets now
And back up the road on the riot trail

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Kim Gordon, Lee Ranaldo, Steve Shelley, Thurston Moore