At the tender age of threeI was hooked to a machineJust to keep my mouth from spouting junkMust have took me for a f
oolWhen they chucked me out of school'Cause the teacher knew I had the funkBut tonight I'm on the edge -Better shut me in t
he fridge'Cause I'm burning up (I'm burning up)With the vision in my brainand the music in my veinsAnd the dirty rhythm in
my bloodThey are messing with my heartAnd they're messing with my heartAnd they're messing with my heartWon't stop messing
with meRipping me apart !Hyperactive: when I'm smallHyperactive: now I'm grownHyperactive: and the night is youngAnd in
a minute I'll blowSemaphore out on the floorMessages from outer spaceDeep heat for the feetAnd the rhythm of your heartbea
t'Cause the music of the streetIt isn't any rapattackIt isn't any rapattackI can reach into your homesLike an itch in you
r headphonesYou can't turn it upI'm the shape in your back roomI'm the breather on the phoneAnd I'm burning upBut there's
one thing I must sayBefore they lock me up again -You'd be safer at the backWhen I'm having an attack!Hyperactive: when I'
m smallHyperactive: now I'm tallHyperactive: as the day is longHyperactive: in my bonesHyperactive: in your phonesHyperact
ive: and the night is youngHyperactive : when I'm smallHyperactive: now I'm grownHyperactivfe: 'til I'm dead and goneStand
up : hyperactivate!Get up: hyperactivate!Wise up: hyperactivate!London: hyperactivate!