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CHORUS:
People rise up to the evil
Raise your flag and make a stand
Love the world and everything on it
But never ever understand
No, never ever understand
No
Metal bars run through my head
Twisted in the hands of the working dead
Theyre gonna sound off sound off to the right
Live it up in my mind tonight
But thats all right, thats okay
I couldve taken the easy way
I couldve lift it up shut it up put it in a box
I couldve turned around banned the sound take it to the underground
Cat smiles
He understands
Bowing down to the iron hands
Hes gonna rip it UP
The litter box
Never die never kill thats all thats all
Thats all right thats okay
I wouldnt have it another way
Dream of rain in the desert
And a day Ill have my fill
Dream of wrong right black white
Well-adjusted hermaphrodite
CHORUS
Lizards poke their heads outside the wall
Mother Marys bleeding on the cross
Taxi driver fares Italian clown
Little boy is caught with his pants down
Fury through memory
I got a hi ho silver and a new TV
I got a burning passion for the never been seen
I got glory glory glory glory
One two three eternity
Three four five Im still alive now
CHORUS
What I do in the basement can never be seen
Hes got some big attitude cause he wrote the dream
Hes got a parrot on his shoulder a scar on his hand
Parrot spouts these words that he dont understand
But thats all right
Thats okay
I can look the other way
I am cool like the ocean nothin ever touch me
Nothin try nothin die nothin ever gonna get by
I cry
CHORUS
He delivers it in rainbows and shades of black and gold
Trying to tell stories that have never been told
The pawn would be piper the piper would be king
And not one would no what was happening
Said thats all right thats okay
I wouldnt have it another way
I wouldnt lift it up shut it up put it in a box
I wouldnt turn around ban the sound take it to the underground
Whats here
This hemisphere
Is so Goddamn different than the next most near
Up down all around
Little droplets melt the frown
Always try always die always seem to get by
I cry
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