Here and there
I see fear in the air
Wind blows here and there
People go here and there
Here and there
I see fear in the air
Wind blows here and there
People go here and there
Who's heir to the throne? Chopped off dome like Robespierre
Prepare for the most unfair fortnight of your life
As we cut to the chase like fork to the knife
Knife to the steak, steak to the pie, pie to the face
And then get taken to town by the very same folks that you tried to replace
And pace, up and down sidewalks with everybody telling you to cut that out
But you stay locked in to the Beats so any criticism put forth you just shut that out
I don't know what that's about, he ponders, wonders
Wanders around living on clout nine
I think it's about time to rejigger the line
Here and there
I see fear in the air
Wind blows here and there
People go here and there
Here and there
I see fear in the air
Wind blows here and there
People go here and there
Not a moment too late or a second too soon
Yin to the yang like bride to the groom
Riding the waves, tide goes in, tide goes out, terns go south
But you don't move a muscle and watch the hustle and bustle
From afar, puff the cigar, air, lean back on your armchair
Life ain't fair, but we fare pretty well
Lost a friend? Hard to tell by the chats you'll hear
In the place we dwell, the atmosphere, the way we gel
Onwards and upwards, mademoiselles
Pranksters, gangsters, rooftop bells in the air
It's all for one like health care
We pick up the pieces here and there
We pick up the pieces here and there
We pick up the pieces here and there
We pick up the pieces