Raise
your hands, raise your hands high
Don't
take a seat don't stand aside
This
time don't assume anything
Just
go, go, go
So feed
the fire and fan the flame
I know
the kids can stand the rain
I know
the kids are still upsetters
Cause
rock is cool but the struggle is better
I said
go, go, go
Raise
your hands, raise your hands high
Don't
take a seat don't stand aside
This
time don't assume anything
This
time don't assume anything
I said
go, go, go
The truth
is I was afraid . . .
. .
.I felt inferior. . .
. .
.I felt I excelled in competing with others
And
I knew instantly that these people
Were
not competing at all, that they were acting in a
Strange,
powerful trance of movement together.
And
I was filled with longing to act
With
them and with the fear that I could not.
Did they
tell you it was set in stone
And
that you would end up alone
Use
your years to psych you out
You're
too old to care, they're too young to count
Did
they tell you you would come undone
If you
tried to touch the sun
Undermine
the underground
You're
too old to care they're too young to count
I said
go, go, go
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |