Processed Beats - Kasabian

I ran from the tide

Won’t let you hide

Won’t let you hide

I drop beats from this processed meat

For a conversation, a meditation, and

I cut waves like some unborn sage

Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing

I ran from the tide

Won’t let you hide

Won’t let you hide

I break bones, stealing mobile phones

And I’m cutting deals for these homeless meals

Making idle threats using Chinese burns

As you load my head with the grateful dead, singing

I ran from the tide

Won’t let you hide

Won’t let you hide

I ran from the tide

Won’t let you hide

Won’t let you hide

I ran from the tide

Won’t let you hide

Won’t let you hide

I ran from the tide

Won’t let you hide

Won’t let you hide