text: Call me on the side of the food chain
  Run, running throughout
  A letter pass down to the mainsail
  Stop fiends alright
  A letter sent through century
  Stop fiends alright
  Man son keep me in clarity
  Faceless sigh on the side
  Capsules speak of the time gone by
  Just pass on by
  Wishing everything was a time-stop
  Gaining up till its fine
  Sitting on the hill of illusion
  Stop friends tonight
  A letter sent through century
  Stop friends tonight
  Im gonna make it feel right
  Im gonna make it feel alright
  Calling up on the scene
  Im gonna make it feel right, feel right, feel right
  Take it up from me
  Im gonna make it feel alright, feel right, tonight