You're like a rain cloud. If it rained mushroom clouds. Everybody hits the ground. Arms folded head down. You're like a missile strike. Government goes underground. Warhead on legs. What goes around comes around. Goes around comes around. What goes around comes around. Goes around comes around. What goes around comes around. What goes around comes around. So turn the radio on. So turn the radio up. So turn the radio up loud and get down. Let your body move. Let your body sway. Listen to the music play. It's magick. It's magick. You're like a storm tower if it had fire power. Everything you touch burns. Scorched earth. Water tower burned up to the ground. Zombies runnin' all around. Eventually we hit the mall. And knock it down at nightfall. So turn the radio on. So turn the radio up. So turn the radio up loud and get down. Let you body move. Let you body sway. Listen the music play. It's magick. I wish I had secret powers. I'd burn all of the power hungry clowns. And I'll shut 'em down. Give them radios and yos. Wake them up with jams on. Right after I disappear. In this song this song this song. And watch the record go round. Listen to the magick magick magick. Listen to the magick and watch the record go round. Listen to the magick magick magick. Listen to the magick and watch the record go round. What goes around comes around. Because what comes around goes around