Paint no illusion, try to click with what you got Taste every potion, and if you like yourself a lot Go let it out, go let it in, go let it out Life
We put this festival on, you bastards With all our love We worked around a year for you pigs And you wanna break our walls down, and you wanna destroy
familiar And my enemies all know my name And when you hear me tap on your window You better get on your knees and pray - Panic is on the way... Panic is on
Baby the time is right to tell it all like it is Now that I feel God-like, there's nothing that can't be kissed The name of a lonely soul is scratched
Is anyone here prepared to say Just what they mean or is it too late? For anyone here to try to do Just what it takes to get through to you So let's
Little James, we're all the same Always seem to look to us We weren't meant to be grown ups Thank you for your smile You make it all worthwhile to us
Yer papa sez that you was real Put yer money where yer mouth is Yer papa sez that you was real Ready or not, come what may You betcher going down on
I can give a hundred million reasons To build a barricade I blame it on the changing of the seasons The thoughts that I conveyed Does it make it all
Here's another sunday morning call You hear your head a-bangin' on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you
You know that feeling you get? You feel you're older than time You ain't exactly sure If you've been away awhile Do you keep the receipts For the friends
that shines on everyone Who feels love Now there's a million years between my fantasies and fears I feel love I Thank you for the sun, the one that shines on
We put this festival on, you bastards With a lot of love We worked for one year for you pigs And you want to break our walls down You want to fuckin'
that can't be kissed The name of a lonely soul Is scratched into my brain He thought he was King Creole Until he found out Till he found out He sits up on
I can give the hundred million reasons To build a barricade Blame it on the changing of the seasons The thoughts that I convey Does it make it alright
Little James We're all the same Always seem to look to us We weren't meant to be grown ups Thank you for your smile You make it all worth while to us
Here's another Sunday morning call You hear your head a bangin' on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you
sez that you was real Put yer money where yer mouth is Your pappa sez that you was real Ready or not, and come what may You bets are goin' down on Judgement
' with me, the right time is always now So go on let it out, go let it in, go let it out So go on let it out, so go on let it in, go let it out Is it