MUSICA
Twenty-five years And my life is still
I'm trying to get up That great big hill of hope
For a destination.
I realized quickly When I knew I should
That the world was made up For this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means.
And so I cry sometimes When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out What's in my head
And I, I am feeling A little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning And I step outside
And I take deep breath And I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs What's going on?
And I say, hey, yeah, yeah-eah
Hey, yeah, yeah
I said, hey! What's goin' on?
And I sing, hey, yeah, yeah-eah
Hey, yeah, yeah
I said, hey! What's going on?
And I try, oh, my God, do I try?
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh, my God, do I pray?
I pray every single day for revolution.
And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so, I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs, "What's going on?"
And I say, hey, yeah, yeah-eah
Hey, yeah, yeah
I said, hey! What's goin' on?
And I sing, hey, yeah, yeah-eah
Hey, yeah, yeah
I said, hey! What's going on?
And I say, hey, yeah, yeah-eah
Hey, yeah, yeah
I said, hey! What's goin' on?
And I sing, hey, yeah, yeah-eah
Hey, yeah, yeah
I said, hey! What's going on?
Uh -Uh- uuuuh
25 years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination, mm
FIN