You Have To Go On And Be

In World War Ii All These Countries Were Completely Against Each Other, Complete Opposite. Now We're Getting Them All Together, Through The Idea Of Music.

Oh Say, Can You See, It's Really Such A Mess. Every Inch Of Earth Is A Fighting Nest. Giant Pencial And Lipstick Tube Shaped Things, Continue To Rain And Cause Scream And Pain, And The Arctic Stains From Silver Blue To Bloody Red.

When We Go To Play, You Flip Around And Flash Around And Everything, And Then They're Not Gonna See Nothin' But What Their Eyes See. Forget About Their Ears.

Well, Obviously Religion Must Come From Inside.

Music Is A Safe Type Of High. It's More The Way It Was Supposed To Be. That's Where Highness Came, I Guess, From Anyway. It's Nothing But Rhythm And Motion.