Shayla

Trapped in the Shayla funk-excorism

Known to do wonders for the beat-urism

Say what in the Shayla funk-excorism

Known to do wonders for the beat-urism

Shayla worked in a factory

She wasn't history

She's just a number

One day she gets her final pay

And she goes far away

Green trees call to me

I am free but life is so cheap

Scenery is still outside of me

All alone trapped by its beauty

Shayla turned to run away

To leave in peace and end her stay

Years of fear were in her way

Lost in space and down she came

Suddenly some subtle entity

Some cosmic energy brushed her like shadows

Down here we stop to wonder

Cars on the freeway

Bright lights and thunder

Trapped in the Shayla funk-excorism

Known to do wonders for the beat-urism

Say what in the Shayla funk-excorism