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In The Land Of The Insane
by Greg Englesson
Well all the people come dressed in their fine skins
begging for some Jesus to come and take away their sins
while upon the flesh and carnage they do stop and feed
as they look to gods of gold to set their spirits free
look into your precious life, won’t you do this now
It is this struggle and the strife that makes you somehow
see the ideals that must be lived by
stop living ideas that perpetuate the lie
now close your eyes, just rock your little soul
watch the ostrich fly, lift your head out of your hole
As the stars and sun and moon light up in the sky
the ocean waves to us says, Hi! Hello! Good bye!
the earth once rich and fertile has been over bought and sold
the universes sing of times renewed and old
Well the morning comes so late in the afternoon
I find myself a cry and scream I laugh just like a loon
your life it seems to be too much trouble for you
you don’t seem to know what is it you should do
you’ve been everywhere, met everyone got everything
but where’s it gotten you when you can’t hear the birds sing
while your refrigerator calls out and talks to you
lets you know when you're running out of all that junk food
your oven lights itself, your dishwasher she cleans
your T. V. haunts you every night deep inside your dreams
crying out to every cell in your little brain
WELCOME! You are living in the land of the insane
As the stars and sun and moon light up in the sky
the ocean waves to us says, Hi! Hello! Good by!
the earth once rich and fertile has been over bought and sold
the universes sing of times renewed and old
Well the wage is coming down but the rent is going up
the green has turned to brown there’s no water in my cup
well my neighbor waters his lawn religiously
he says I sing too loud and is trying to sue me
the king he is upon his throne, insists that you abide
all you have to do is push him over to the side
it’s just a reflection I see in the mirror
it’s the same one I see all over everywhere
in your sky scrapers the windows shatter clear
as the earth quakes and trembles, shakes itself in fear
for we have not stopped to listen to her cry and plead
but instead we choose to rape her in the name of greed
the rain-bows and bows and hails across and dies
now won’t you look and listen and maybe realize...
maybe realize... maybe realize...