One.. two.. Three...
One... two... three...
As I split the curtain,
As light spills in...
Some of us can have super powers,
But it doesnt make us any different...
Dirty hands, dirty faces
Hiding in dirty places...
The wicked wait for me to self destruct,
Saintly sinners, self righteous, corrupt...
Imagine a legion of warriors
Hidden but willing like a fire burning deep...
Racists spread hate and gloom,
Ain't needed in our society...
RECORD PROFITS, ALL GOING WELL
EAST AGAINST WEST...
Work hard, stay in school
dye your soul...
Sitting in my chair it is easy to watch life go by
Changes have been plenty and they come so fast...
When you feel the urge to leave the big city blues
feel free to enter a small town, for a good cafe...
On Your High Horse
It must be wonderful...