FLICK OF THE FINGER

Woke up this morning I was laid out flat on the dark side With the moon and the room on the wrong side I took a needle, sewed myself right back at the seams I saw my universal gleam I see the wonder of life, and love for the one Just taking a walk in the sun, in time In just a second, like the ghost of a bad idea I feel myself getting the fear Come on Have we decided if we like being part of the plan? The sand's are shifting and theres nowhere to land It's on, it doesn't matter if all the best tickets are sold And all the old stories are told, I know, you're gonna tell me that you hear every word I say But the future gets written today Yeah, the future gets written today (“Don't be deceived, when our revolution has been finally stamped out,) (and they pat you paternally on the shoulder, and say that) (there's no inequality worth speaking of, and no more reason for fighting.) (Because if believe them, they will be completely in charge,) (in their marble homes, and granite banks, from which) (they rob the people of the world, under the pretence of bringing them culture.) (Watch out, for as soon as it pleases them, they'll send you out) (to protect their gold in wars, whose weapons, rapidly developed) (by servile scientists, will become more and more deadly, until they can,) (with a flick of the finger, tear a million of you to pieces.”)