When the heat stroke hits our city;
Cryin through the corridor.
And the desert falls down all upon us;
No one here cares if God is -
Our sanely ways go down the toilet,
We float upstream in a flimsy lifeboat.
Born we live; go through the trapdoor.
Oh my God, its to die for.
My heart, my heart beats all a flutter.
My head, my head of murk and clutter.
Its time I talk, I talk in English.
She said, she says that life is like a dream.
Yesterday was a big news day;
All things going broken.
The kind of news that leaves you screamin.
The whinin on the radio;
Ladies livin in limbo.
Tomorrow she ll steal the grocery money
Instead of drivin in the river.
Suicides can sometimes backfire;
So can crowded helicopters.
Imploded plans to free the world
For somethin that dont look a thing like freedom.
My heart, my heart beats all a flutter.
My head, my head of murk and clutter.
Its time I talk, I talk in English.
She said, she says that life is like a dream.
And one day, shes gonna wake up
Shes gonna wake up and shes gonna be free.
Shes gonna wake up!
Shes gonna wake up!
Shes gonna wake up!
Shes gonna be free!
Merrily merrily merrily merr..
Merrily merrily merrily merr..
Merrily merrily merrily merr..
Life is but a..
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