"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 cur
Or be alive like a ghost in a drive-by subur
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