The dream was not a vision

Or some preminition like we were told

It was no figment of the imagination

To prove that we could be bought or sold



The doctor of the dimond run

Could be revealed to the intellegent

But this is what I resent

Who cares for the ignorent, the intellegent

The synics approch was mean

Who cares for anything in this whole wide world

except me



And this opinion must not confuse the issue

My appearence, my condition, Or state of delivery

I am stating the obvious

This is a protest

There must me a collusion

This is no Shakespearean speach

This is a statement

Made by one who can not practice what he preaches



The statue of liberty

Has engraved on it's wall

Give me your poor, give me your needy

Give me them all

We need something like this

For this world to coexist

It would be so easy

To act so pretensious

To act as if it was hepocracy

To act condisending

When in fact it's the world we're mending

And that's why I can't relax

Cause inside my coat it's a pistol that I pack

We must beware of a suprise neuclear attack

We must be ready to strike back

I'm not pretending

Our defense needs clearly mending

We must leave those standing

Forget the third world is ending

Is starving, Is crying

Is desolate, Is oh so late



I would dearly love to return

Through a mirror in twenty years

And learn what the future has in store for us

And if I learned that we lost

And there was no hope

For those that fight

I would turn to drink

And drink is drugs

And drugs would help me sink

And like of boat, I float

I sail out to the sky

To the universe and back

Maybe to give it ano