Well the useful parts are all silent
It's hard to imagine it
If you wait too long then they'll be gone, cold feet
Will make you afraid of it
I want to see their minds blown with tribal sounds
All across the boroughs
By a teacher who can pacify, oh every
Mother's son and daughter
To plant a seed
For a new world order
With no resentment I will
I will follow your lead as long
As you lead me to water
Then you and I'll be free in our
Noisy smoke filled rooms
To pursue our
Need for a new word
Ever reaching upward