[ Featuring
The People ]
The will of the people,
From chaos comes
Something that's beautiful
But tell me, What's the
Will of the People ?
When we just seem to
Think of ourselves
Don't tell me you don't feel any Shame
You made your mind, you changed your mind
You'd better get a time in line to make a plan
To formulate a peaceful way to play the game,
Maybe think of all of the ones who never sung!?
I'd rather be a man in a band and bang the drum
Lying in the gutter looking up at the stars, yes,
I'd rather be a man in a band guitar to strum
Lying in the gutter looking up at the stars and the sun.
The will of the people,
From chaos comes
Something that's beautiful
But tell me, What's the
Will of the People ?
When we just seem to
Think of ourselves
(Don't tell me you don't feel any Shame)
This is the race, the race l, the race,
Not a warm up in the place that you're beginning to live in,
It is a linear rhythm, within a finish, a beginning,
And a moment in the middle when you stop.
A man in a band bangs the drum, lying in the gutter
Looking up at the stars, yes,
I'd rather be a man in a band guitar to strum.
Just don't tell me you don't feel any Shame.
Shame,
You feel Shame?
(Don't tell me you don't feel any)
(Dont' tell me you don't feel any)
Shame
