Well, do you, don't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.

Look out helter skelter... helter skelter
Helter skelter
Look out helter skelter
She's coming down fast
Yes, she is
Yes, she is.

Additional Lyrics
by Rebecca Smith

If every time we threw a piece of garbage into the trash can
we saw not an empty space that we were free to fill
but all of the landfills with garbage heaping up to the sky
and, our hand placing that piece of trash on the top

If we saw all of the poverty-
stricken people running over that trash
to see if our piece was useful for clothing, or food, or selling

If we saw the children sorting through mounds of hypodermic needles,
without gloves on
but, naked-handed with no protection

Perhaps then we would stop
and consider the effects of our actions
without the consequences being hidden from us.

The Band