DOES ANYBODY REALLY KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?

[IMaDick]

Everybody talkin' 'bout the seventh son in the whole wide world there is only one

Talkin 'bout me, talking at me; talk, talk, talk...

Everybody's talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring,
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breezeAnd skipping over the ocean like a stone

See the curtains hangin' in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light-a-shinin' through the window
Lets me know everything's all right

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind

Mother and Father
Don't you know
He's doing the best that he can
Burdened at birth to belong
Yet everything you taught him was wrong

He's just not the same

He wants to feel with his own thoughts

Not your lame ideal

Given hope

He'll never cease

It's got to end

No more mindfuck

They'll fuck with your head

Make you think it's their life

Instead of your own

Reduced to hate

To fear anything that deviates away

From their own kind

Their minds

Status symbols mold away

Forcing fate

Products obeys

Not education

It's maniuplation

They're fucking you up

Enough is enough

It's got to stop

No more mindfuck