These foolish times install a sense of wonder in my thoughts. There's no escape so we must shape the masses they must be taught And I will try my best to speak the word which must be spoken. Some are lost so at all cost we must, build a route to guide them
Some are blind and they don't see the sign That leaving it all in the back of your mind Just won't work. They can try they can alter your mind And they can stick you with a label until you comply But it just won't work. x2