Текст песни Harper Roy - The Fourth World
Harper Roy - The Fourth World слова песни
It`s high time to flyIn the face of the lieIt is overTo slave for idealsThat have long been ordealsMust be overSo come on you manDon`t be conned yet againFinding out you`ve got nowt...Must be over... for goodSometimes I voteFor the man in the coatBut I`m dreamingWith community deadAnd rat race insteadI`d be dreamingThat I could be heardIn the state of absurdReally dreaming... whacko...Right out there(For good?)You know in your heart of heartsIn your visionIn your childrenThat you`ve gotta make a new startIn this hour of decisionIf you are the tabloidCaught up in this typhoidOf cuckooStill hoarding the butterIn the mountains of mutteringVoodooSpreading this gospileAccording to hostileWell fuck you... fuck youYou deserted the spirit forever... sheepFuck you... for goodWhy don`t you fuck offWith your certified cultureWhimping away to somePasturised futureKilling the airwavesGannets for guanoShit for propagandaRadio dumboThe people who`ve gotThree worlds on sale (just gimme)Would rip the fourth apartRe-package youRip you offFlog the only heartIn the sell out, the sell outNot brave enough to change itToo low down to inherit the earthSo look in the mirrorAnd tell meIt`s all going to happenThat the doors of perceptionAnd justiceWill finally openAll by themselvesWithout lifting a fingerJust by hoping... just by hoping...OpeningPandora`s box...So fill all the forms inWith misinformation and vanishOr pass to your childrenThe code they will need to diminishThe world that you knewThat you brought them intoFor the anguishFor the relish... for the fish...For all of usYou know in your heart of hearts... etcSo pull up a fireAnd throw down your gunThe fourth world is hereSoon there`ll either be noneOr one global villageWith faces as bright as the sunOne global villageWith faces as bright as the sun