Baboon Rising - Helen, My Drummer's Illin' Lyrics

Grit teeth, back beat everyone knows
Sure shot, back slot there goes the phone
Helen, my drummer's illin'
Somewhere, I think I'm failin'
Can't seem, to get it chillin'
Mark's axe, is now a wailin'
See me, back here in town for the show
Watch me, stay clear, it's all going to blow
Get down, shake down along with the band
High speed, break down make your own stand
Kiyard karma, a quizzical man
Buddhist dharma, you understand