spice train

i was drifting for days

where the sun don't shine

while the night is young

i clock a little overtime

i'll work until dawn

awaken with the setting sun

and i'll tether my blimp

wherever there's a party on

and if you roll with it

you can ride the spice train

when it boils down to it

you could hold the world

in the palm of your hand

one big bazaar

the earth is like a garage sale

i'm pitching my stall

to cater to the infidel

and i'm shifting my shape

morphing into spider-man

and i'll tether my blimp

wherever there's a party on

'cause if you roll with it

you can ride the spice train

when it boils down to it

you could hold the world

in the palm of your hand

and the beat goes on

from bahrain to brixton

from beirut to bruges

from beijing to boston

and if you roll with it

you can ride the spice train

when it comes down to it

you would trade it all

for one night in her arms

one big bazaar

the earth is like a garage sale

and i peddle my wares

wherever there's a floor to fill

and if you roll with it

you can ride the spice train

when it comes down to it

you would trade it all

for one night in her arms

still the beat goes on

from bahrain to brixton

from beirut to bruges

from beijing to boston

still the beat goes on

still the beat goes on

still the beat goes on

on

on.