“444”
(We got a loudspeaker here
When we go into battle we play music very loud…)
[Kind of… calms us down.]
There are no cars ever or ever coming
No veneer here in
And I’ll pull the world down with you
They no come inside
Oh, and I’m going to nail your vision
Between your own eyes
Between your own eyes
The pleasure’s in the in be-in between
Pleasure’s in the in be-in between
Pleasure’s in the in be-in between…
Numbers and coincidence
Entice me to kneel down
Some men run in threes before
They can yet seek alone
Your wind mills fan your visions of
The stationary guards you own
Pleasure’s in the in be-in between
The pleasure’s in the in be-in between
Pleasure’s in the in be-in between…
(…I’m crazy, I mean like
So many positive waves
Maybe we can’t lose, you’re on!)
They in a day will allow my way
And I won’t hurt you so
They in a day will allow my way
And I won’t hurt you so
They in a day will allow my way
And I won’t hurt you so
They in a day will allow my way
And I won’t hurt you so…
{You, knock it off with them negative waves!}
(Why don’t you dig how beautiful it is out here?
Why don’t you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?)
[Crap!]