There was something in the air that night,
The stars were bright, Fernando.
They were shining there for you and me,
For liberty, Fernando.
Call out the instigators
Because there’s something in the air
We’ve got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution’s here, and you know it’s right
And you know that it’s right
We have got to get it together
We have got to get it together now
Look what’s happening out in the streets
Got a revolution (got to revolution)
Hey, I’m dancing down the streets
Got a revolution (got to revolution)
Oh, ain’t it amazing all the people I meet?
Got a revolution (got to revolution)
One generation got old
One generation got soul
This generation got no destination to hold
*And, you could come to be by plane,
But, that wouldn’t be the same as that old motel in Texarkana was…
So, I’ll take two of what you’re having and I’ll take all of what you got…
To kill this goddamn lonely,
Goddamn lonely love…*
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
And I could find another dream,
One that keeps me warm and clean
But I ain’t dreamin’ anymore, girl, I’m waking up
Everybody knows the damn truth
Our nation lied, we lost respect
When we wake up, what can we do?
Get the kids ready, take them to school
Up in the morning and out to school
The teacher is teachin’ the Golden Rule
American History and Practical Math
Studyin’ hard and hopin’ to pass
And workin’ your fingers right down the bone
The guy behind you won’t leave you alone
When some loud braggart tries to put me down
And says his school is great
I tell him right away
“Now what’s the matter buddy
Ain’t you heard of my school
It’s number one in the state”
(Hey hey take it away, get that ball and fight)
I’m number one, you’re number two
We’re criminals at large but I’m at larger than you
I’m number one, you’re number two
I believe in the quality as long as you get less than me
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one
One–singular sensation, every little step she takes,
One–thrilling combination, every move that she makes,
One smile and suddenly nobody else will do,
You know you’ll never be lonely with you-know-who…
Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining through for you
Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my surface hid
Smiling in the crowd I try
But in my lonely room I cry
The tears of a clown
When there’s no one around, oh yeah, baby
You are just a clown! on with the show, man,
And put on your white-face.
The people pay you and you must make them laugh.
And if harlequin should steal your columbine, laugh,
You’re pagliaccio, and the world will clap for you!
Turn into banter all your pain and sorrow,
And with your clowns’ face hide grief and distress…
There behind a glass
Stands a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass
Move along! Move along!
Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you’ll get your money’s worth
The greatest show in Heaven, Hell, or Earth
You’ve got to see the show, it’s a dynamo
You’ve got to see the show, it’s rock and roll
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools
and the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
All our times have come,
Here but now they’re gone.
Seasons don’t fear the reaper,
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are,
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper,
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper,
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper,
Baby I’m your man…
Wine is fine but whiskey’s quicker
Suicide is slow with liquor
Take a bottle and drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tomorrows
Away tomorrows
Evil thoughts and evil doings
Cold, alone you hang in ruins
Thought that you’d escape the reaper
You can’t escape the master keeper
Champagne don’t drive me crazy
Cocaine don’t make me lazy
Ain’t nobody’s business but my own
Candy is dandy and liquor is quicker
You can drink all the liquor down in Costa Rica
Ain’t nobody’s business but my own