| La Di Da
|
| Goodness only knows
|
| This future would be smiling (There'll be no more children dying)
|
| Once the goodness shows
|
| La Di Da
|
| Goodness here to stay
|
| Once the music, the music
|
| Music starts to play
|
| I’ve got your picture in my brain
|
| The real thing or a facsimile obtained
|
| You’re the best friend that I have today
|
| So for the children’s sake remain
|
| Why must I live this way
|
| Up and down and day to day
|
| And when I swear I’ll stop it all
|
| The same old shit and down I fall
|
| Rise, rise but my bed’s so nice
|
| Come daylight you cannot think twice
|
| Out in the street there’s the heavy beats
|
| And a chance to make my life feel right
|
| Did they laugh at what you stood to say
|
| Now that breathing comes the hard way
|
| Keep your headphones on
|
| Sing your favorite song
|
| Let it carry you
|
| It won’t take long
|
| From the left to the right
|
| With no compromise in site
|
| Begs for common sense
|
| The bill is on the fence
|
| While the reps all say goodnight
|
| Because the proof rolls across the street
|
| The Bush’s plan cannot be beat
|
| There’s a battleship
|
| Going to set adrift
|
| So the gas I pump stays cheap
|
| So much emphasis on odometer readings
|
| Get together say what you’re feeling
|
| When thoughts collide, put it in the mix
|
| You better get in line, better get your fix
|
| From the look of your big brown eyes
|
| I know that everything’s going to be alright
|
| So let’s shift gears
|
| From our hopes and fears
|
| I said whacha doin' tonight
|
| Oh my goodness, did you know?
|
| The time gets stranger as you grow old
|
| Oh my goodness, look out below (the market shows)
|
| My brain’s in danger of overload (My brain’s shares are being bought and sold)
|
| The TV stations where all they show are
|
| Manipulations of lies that grow
|
| From these lies is all we know
|
| But not music, music
|
| Cause the CD on my stereo
|
| As I press play tells me where to go
|
| Is it up and down is it side to side
|
| Are you feeling me when our thoughts collide
|
| The record spins and my thoughts begin
|
| I can make it stop and push it back again
|
| With my tracks in line bout to get my fix
|
| When these thoughts collide I put it in the mix |