You can't tell the woman from the man
'cause they're dressed in the same pollution
Their mind is confused with confusion
With their problems since they've no solution
They become the midnight ravers.
I see ten thousand chariots
And they coming without horses
The riders - they cover their face
So you couldn't make them out in smoky places
In that musical stampede, where everyone is doing their thing
People ride on.
I've become a night-life raver
And I'm beggin' you, please, please
Please don't let me down.
Meow Rastafari.
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