A3 (alabama 3) Ain`t Goin` To Goa Lyrics

Ain`t Goin` To Goa Lyrics

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 carma 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
t-t-tranquilise 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'tn 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. 



'Cos 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