Ain't Goin' to Goa (Kris Needs' Rozzers Dog Mix)-Alabama 3/DR

Ain't Goin' to Goa (Kris Needs' Rozzers Dog Mix) - Alabama 3 I believe I'm gonna Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells Cool down my karma with a can of O.P.T. Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library. There's one thing I know, Lord above, I ain't gonna go, I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now. Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to tranquilize me. Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me. Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline, I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me. I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip. I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip. Timothy Leary, just check out this theory, He sold acid for the F.B.I. Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under, You can keep your California Sunshine. 'Cause the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than Some fool lying on some Third World beach wearing Spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope Pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want Consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle An' I sing with the brothers and sisters