Wild Women
Hey all you people, in the shiny cars,
Who dug the trenches will reach the stars,
That's a funny program,
What's it show or tell?
If it's not what you're thinking,
Then you can go to hell.
Or is it an illusion?
Is it an illusion?
Sport and religion,
What a game.
You can call it progress,
But what's the aim?
You can't fake the fantastic,
No more, no more,
We can't keep on hacking away,
When no one knows the score
Or is it an illusion?
Is it an illusion?
You've got to give to take away [x4]…
Is it an illus
Who dug the trenches will reach the stars,
That's a funny program,
What's it show or tell?
If it's not what you're thinking,
Then you can go to hell.
Or is it an illusion?
Is it an illusion?
Sport and religion,
What a game.
You can call it progress,
But what's the aim?
You can't fake the fantastic,
No more, no more,
We can't keep on hacking away,
When no one knows the score
Or is it an illusion?
Is it an illusion?
You've got to give to take away [x4]…
Is it an illus
Ocean
He who stands by me
Through the stormy weather
Through good times and bad
Always there for me
Takes me to the water
And quenches my thirst
My sweet inspiration
I wanna say
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