Styles of the Times

I woke up in Barcelona, headed south inside a van
With the radio switching stations, set on scan
A lot of people talking, [?] sitting on my lap
[?] scores, northern war, headed back to [?]

Crawling toward the east
Crawling toward the east
If it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you

I woke up against my wishes, boombox outside my door
Like I've been awakened a thousand times before
I was blinded by the science
The MC rhymed mad cow with Maureen Dowd
The [?] and the all new three's a crowd

I'm headed toward the beat
Crawling toward the east
If it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you

Woke up, it was a gentle morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was her daddy talking like I was a fool
Talking about evil, talking about God
Mushy mush about that guy
Martin Sheen played in The Dead Zone

I'm headed for the east
Crawling toward the east
Yea and if it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you