Feel It Still - Portugal. The Man, Flatbush Zombies, Zombie Juice

Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

I been feeling it since 1966, now

Might be over now, but I feel it still

Can’t keep my hands to myself

Think I’ll dust 'em off, put 'em back up on the shelf

In case my little baby girl is in need

Am I coming out of left field?

Leave it with a baby sitter

Mama, call the grave digger

Gone with the fallen leaves

Am I coming out of left field?

Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

I been feeling it since 1966, now

Might be over now, but I feel it still

Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

I been feeling it since 1966, now

Might be over now, but I feel it still

Oohh, I’m a rebel, mashin' the pedal

Would you rather dance with the stars or dance with the devil?

Imagine me I’m grabbing the metal when enemies meddle

And my mental is tellin' me this is murder one through melodies

Revvin' on the pedal since I balanced on a bicycle

They supplyin' me and my per diem, I don’t die simple

Love is all you need, it’s only me as I survive hustle

Always on the ground, I’m playin' mine with divine structures

Oohh, I’m a rebel, mashin' the pedal

Would you rather dance with the stars or dance with the devil?

Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

I been feeling it since 1966, now

Might be over now, but I feel it still

Ooh, wooh, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

I been feeling it since 1966, now

Might be over now, but I feel it still