Harper Roy - The Fourth World lyrics

rate me

It's high time to fly

In the face of the lie

It is over

To slave for ideals

That have long been ordeals

Must be over

So come on you man

Don't be conned yet again

Finding out you've got nowt...

Must be over... for good

Sometimes I vote

For the man in the coat

But I'm dreaming

With community dead

And rat race instead

I'd be dreaming

That I could be heard

In the state of absurd

Really dreaming... whacko...

Right out there

(For good?)

You know in your heart of hearts

In your vision

In your children

That you've gotta make a new start

In this hour of decision

If you are the tabloid

Caught up in this typhoid

Of cuckoo

Still hoarding the butter

In the mountains of muttering

Voodoo

Spreading this gospile

According to hostile

Well fuck you... fuck you

You deserted the spirit forever... sheep

Fuck you... for good

Why don't you fuck off

With your certified culture

Whimping away to some

Pasturised future

Killing the airwaves

Gannets for guano

Shit for propaganda

Radio dumbo

The people who've got

Three worlds on sale (just gimme)

Would rip the fourth apart

Re-package you

Rip you off

Flog the only heart

In the sell out, the sell out

Not brave enough to change it

Too low down to inherit the earth

So look in the mirror

And tell me

It's all going to happen

That the doors of perception

And justice

Will finally open

All by themselves

Without lifting a finger

Just by hoping... just by hoping...

Opening

Pandora's box...

So fill all the forms in

With misinformation and vanish

Or pass to your children

The code they will need to diminish

The world that you knew

That you brought them into

For the anguish

For the relish... for the fish...

For all of us

You know in your heart of hearts... etc

So pull up a fire

And throw down your gun

The fourth world is here

Soon there'll either be none

Or one global village

With faces as bright as the sun

One global village

With faces as bright as the sun