Mix It Up

Aggression is defeated.. The war is over!" (George Bush sample)

Open the door, hinged on reality

There's more than the floor, there's the sky, Spirituality?

Maybe, who knows, time to get free.

I care about you even if you don't give a shit about me

That's what love is.. It's not just built for two,

It's built on a future, one we might not get through.

Strangers & brothers & beggars & sisters,

Hipsters, Quipsters, Quadrophonic tricksters

They don't care about your hair, the issue is dead, over & out.

Vanity sucks, enough said.. Instead.. Instead..

Let's talk about violence. Let's talk about ignorance.

Why don't we talk about prejudice. Go back to school fool.

You're a fool.. Believe it, but you can relieve it.

Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.

Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.

Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.

Mix it in the middle.. Let the piano play.

One thing is for certain, it's curtains if we keep flirtin' fate &

hurtin' with hate. Time to grow up, get real, come on

We can ressurect the world by the lights early dawn

What so proudly we hail at twilights' last gleaming

"This victory belongs to the finest fighting force this nation has ever seen in it's history" (George Bush)

Tonight it's alright, you can groove

Tomorrow you wake up, you can't move

cause the weight of the world gets too much to hold

You need somebody when the night grows too cold.

Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.

Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.

Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.

Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Mix it up.

Drugs, That's a life of glamour

Comes crashing on your hopes like a ball-peen hammer

Get rich quick, sure.. End up dead on a curb

or be alive like a ghost in a drive-by suburb

Pressure.. That's the lesson here

control enough people you can have a career

That's a beaten road, it's tired, it lacks imagination

We got mass on sunday, but no mass communication

My dream.. knowledge is no pipe dream

Money makes the world go around? Full blown hype dream

Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.

Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.

Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.

Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Come on.

What's holdin' up the party

A brand new state of affairs in the department of arty

Congressman got your tounge?

Well a bumpin' new rhythm has just begun.

Story 'bout a greedy girlie, she was named Lisa

Left her man for a gold-plated Visa

Made the right moves, had the world in her fist

but the kiss of her poor boy she sure missed

She didn't Mix it Up.. Rich & poor, young & old.

black & white, wrong & right.. Here comes the night

"What happened to her boyfriend?"

He believed the commercials that said drink beer, get laid

but at closin' time he was alone, he didn't get paid.

Last night his lover was a razorblade..