Well there's crying in the kitchen and there's fighting in the street

And there's cocaine in the schoolyard yet my heart don't miss a beat

And the preacher's on the telly and he's handing me the phone

Got an ulcer in his belly and a torment in his soul

He can't let go - oh he can't let go

Everybody wants a contribution, telling me they've got the best solution

No one wants the carousel to slow down, seems to me we're heading for a showdown

And there's poison in the water and there's holes up in the sky

And the children keep on asking "Is the planet going to die?"

You must let go - oh you must let go

Got to get fired - it's going to get hot

We got to take it higher, give it everything you got

oh - oh, you never know, oh way to go

Everybody's talking revolution, politicians offer no solution

No one seems to want to face the lowdown

Seems to me we're heading for a showdown

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