| Somebody said… It's gone
|
| Somebody said… With this bad wind a blowin'
|
| Will the music keep a rolling on
|
| I had to ask myself
|
| WHy it’s makin' me
|
| A minstrel man from cradle to grave
|
| Should there be somewhere else
|
| It could be takin' me
|
| As it rolls on over like a wave
|
| Somebody said… We got to find the words
|
| Got to, got to be an answer there
|
| Somebody said that… You never get heard
|
| 'Cause nobody really cares
|
| Do your feet just dance
|
| Where the waves begin
|
| Stop thinkin' as you’re sinkin' below
|
| Or do you take this chance to sail on the wind
|
| When so many in the water chose to row
|
| Some may curse the crippled
|
| Some try to hide the hurt
|
| Some they hate the hungry
|
| But who’s dying down there in the dirt
|
| Somebody said… Has the man enlightened us
|
| Somebody said… Who knows
|
| And then the little boys said… Well I may be frightened
|
| But the Emperor has got no clothes
|
| As the passion dies
|
| But the beat goes on
|
| The conductor got us singing his song
|
| He’s been feedin' these lies
|
| That we’ve been feasting upon
|
| But now we’ve been at the banquet too long
|
| Somebody said… Where are the dreamers
|
| Somebody said… Dead
|
| Somebody said… Here comes the holy rollers
|
| Tryin' to sell us all the screamers instead
|
| Since we were once deceived
|
| When we received the call
|
| Now the cynics are the prophets of the day
|
| And now the weak ones grieve
|
| As the strong ones fall
|
| And the rest of us have nothing to say
|
| Some suffer in silent sadness
|
| Some come to worship pain
|
| Some just welcome madness
|
| But you can’t come in from the rain
|
| Somebody said
|
| Somebody said |