The Ostrich

organ fade in:                       add rhythm gtr:   add drums:                       |      |  %  | We’ll call you when you’re six years old And drag you to the factory To train your brain for eighteen years With promise of security But then you’re free And forty years you waste to chase the dollar sign So you may die in Florid a At the pleasant age of sixty nine The water’s getting hard to drink We’ve mangled up the country side The air will choke you when you breathe We’re all committing suicide But it’s al right It’s progress folks keep pushin’ till your body rots Will strip the earth of all it’s green And then divide her into parking lots But there’s nothing you and I can do    You and I are only two What’s right and wrong is hard to say    Forget about it for today We’ll stick our heads into the sand Just pre tend that all is grand   Then hope that everything turns out ok |     |  %  |  %  |  %  | |     |  %  |  %  |  %  | |     |  %  |  %  |  %  | |     |  %  |  %  |  %  | |     |  %  |  %  |  %  | |     |  %  |  %  |  %  |                     But there’s nothing you and I can do   You and I are only two What’s right and wrong is hard to say    Forget about it for today We’ll stick our heads into the sand Just pre tend that all is grand   Then hope that everything turns out ok You’re free to speak your mind my friend As long as you agree with me Don’t criticize the father land Or those who shape your destiny ’Cause if you do You’ll lose your job your mind and all the friends you knew We’ll send out all our boys in blue They’ll find a way to silence you But there’s nothing you and I can do   You and I are only two What’s right and wrong is hard to say   Forget about it for today We’ll stick our heads into the sand Just pre tend that all is grand   Then hope that everything turns out ok |        |     |        |       | |        |     |        |       | |     |  %  |  %  |  %  | |     |  %  |  %  |  %  | |     |  %  |  %  |  %  | cacophony fun-time party sounds...