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*** Autor textu: J. Popper *** Autor hudby: J. Popper
Have you ever seen an atom
Little bits of everything floating by
Take a good look at them
Collectively they compose all you see
including your eye
Brilliant puzzle
A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure
out and solve
But we're just monkeys
Scratching our heads trying to open our
ears
To a chord that just won't seem to resolve
And we call it wisdom
Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word
You see for us security means a harmony
According only to what we have heard
And this alone and nothing less
Will ease our heart and our mind
In the hopes that in feeling free we'll reach
paradise
On that hilltop we're still trying to find
But the possibility exists no matter how
scary it may seem
That paradise was once the world and it
wasn't just a dream
The earth was our heaven and we didn't
know there were rules for us to break
And maybe now we'll find out too late what
a clever hell we can make
Whoops
Whoops
In this corner
Weighing in at almost every imagin-
able...
Life, and all that surrounds it
And in this corner
Weighing in at well, not really very much of
anything;
A very sound and user friendly idea
On finally bringing that pesky mountain to
Mohammed
Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica
solo you may come out fighting
Take a look at the horizon
Quiet and still
You know there used to be bison
Gentlemen you may fire at will
They say this land won't go to waste
But you gotta wonder how
You know we're chopping down the air we
breathe
AS fodder for the cow
that's right so we can eat well
Yes and starve to death
And say there's nothing we can do
Because we really don't want to do a god-
damn thing
Look I'm shrugging and so are you
We can imagine the straightest of lines
But our fingers can't control the pen
And it's this frustration that yields relief
As we say we're just mortal men
And that means we get to torture a
chimpanzee
And infect him with disease
Because he screams just like a human child
While we study his desperate pleas
But the possibility exists no matter how
scary it may seem
That paradise was once the world and it
wasn't just a dream
The earth was our heaven and we didn't
know there were rules for us to break
And maybe now we'll find out too late what
a clever hell we can make
Whoops
Whoops
While we're on the subject you know my
conscience hurts
And it will not go away
So please concoct me some pill I can take
While I think of something clever to say
So I can look in my mirror made of
polished glass
And find no need to cringe
And forget that sinking feeling I'm a
dinosaur
Out on his drunken last binge
...from fossil to fossil
Dust t dust
I'll see you all in the earthy crust
