free form, free spirit, free life
free everything, everything in sight
the 60's are alive in our blood, in us
the 70's remind us of tomorrow; so untouchable and unknown
Our lifes are dependant on a fuzz
played by the guitarist who sits on the throne
feel it, feel the love, the life in every note, every melody
as the king plays us a tune
and listn' to the queen as she sings, she sings doesn't she
her blue voice fills the room, the surrealistic room in my head
she yells oh how she yells at me
yells at me through my speakers
She is screaming for me to be free
She wants, she wants to freak us
for us to for one second think about our situation, it's fucked up!
how we just disregard every joy we have to say that we suffer, we fucking suffer!
I mean, what is wrong with us people taking everything for granted;
a family; a free life; more great music than we could ever hear and more food than we could eat
And yet, and yet! we cry! we yawn! we moan! we sigh! and over what? nothing!
we do it, because it excites us, it's fucked up!
we need to get a grip, a grip on reality
and not just waste this life on meaningless nothings
do something!
do something!
do something.. please?
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