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
   Known to do wonders for the beat - Urism