Hmm, tell me about your childhood

Oh
At the tender age of three
I was hooked to a machine
Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk, ha

Must have took me for a fool
'Cause they chucked me out of school
'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk

But tonight I'm on the edge
Better shut me in the fridge
'Cause I'm burning up (I'm burning up)

With the vision in my brain
and the music in my veins
And the dirty rhythm in my blood

They are messing with my heart
And they're messing with my heart
And they're messing with my heart
Won't stop messing with my...
Oh, ripping me apart!

Hyperactive: when I'm small
Hyperactive: now I'm grown
Hyperactive: and the night is young
(And in a minute I′ll blow!)




And they’re messing with my heart

(So how long have you been having these delusions?)

Keep on messing with my heart

(Hm, please, tell me more about your mother)

Oh, ripping, ripping, ripping, ripping, ripping me apart

Semaphore out on the floor
Messages from outer space
Deep heat for the feet
The rhythm of your heartbeat
'Cause the music of the street
It isn't any rapattack (oh)
It isn't any rapattack (oh)
Rap-a, rap-a, rap-a, t-t-t-t-t-tack




I can reach into your homes
Like an itch in your headphones
You can't turn it up (ow)

Yeah, I'm the shape in your back room
I'm the breather on the phone
And I'm burning up (ow)

But there's one thing I must say
'Fore they lock me up again
You'd be safer at the back
When I'm having an.... attack!

Hyperactive: when I'm small
Hyperactive: now I'm tall
Hyperactive: as the day is long

Hyperactive: in my bones
Hyperactive: in your phones
Hyperactive: and the night is young

Hyperactive : when I'm small
Hyperactive: now I'm grown
Hyperactive: 'til I'm dead and gone

Stand up: hyperactivate!
Get up: hyperactivate!
Wise up: hyperactivate!
(And in a minute I'll blow): Hiperactivate!
Get up: hyperactivate!
Gear up: hyperactivate!
Sometimes hyperactivate!
London: hyperactivate!