Kickin down the darkness

Kick it on down the drain

Kill the superstition

Gotta get a state of grace



(Chorus)



It's the oldest story in the world

There is nowhere left to hide

So we take it all in stride

When there's no more asking why

There is nothing left to do

But love~baby love~baby love you



Crash the television

Thrash those games and fools

Gotta get a resolution

Better go go back to school



(Chorus)



Fair-weather friends and fair-weather cool

Righteous the right buy all the bad news

Rich up the rich and dumb down the poor

Take it no more




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