Lyrics

Look at all the little people
Doing all their little people things
that little people love
Playing all their people games
or hiding in their people shade
If it's not my problem then its up to you

Fearing, fighting, faking, fucking
Mesmorizing faces sucking
Climbing to the tippy top
to get a little bit farther from the flooding
Too much love makes you a whore,
Long haired hippies lost the war,
An eye for an eye to settle the score 
but nobody knows just what we're fighting for
If I don't get it, you're the fool
You can't be smart and drop out of school 
Everybody knows that's the golden rule

But one wrong turn, you're on your way
You're on your way to find a way
To find a reason that may change your mind
To give back something more
To give back something more
To give back something more for us
and less of mine

To find a way to make a rhyme
That moves a man within his prime
To stop and think about the crime
He thinks will find him satisfied
But the only his time to view 
And for one to win than one must lose
A swimming sel-fish in his booze
That only wears his special shoes
For he likes to know he sleeps the softest when we snooze

They say it's the natural way
for all of human kind
To take what they can hold onto
and leave the rest behind
Just keep on moving forward
No matter who will die,
as long as you survive
But right before you know it,
Your only means of negotiations
lay sedated across the table
mutated by their own sensations

But if you take a step aside
I'm more than certain you will find
a reason that may change your mind
and see how beautiful life can,
how beautiful life can,
how beautiful your life can be