Power Surge
(Kenny Pickett/Eddie Phillips/Jack Llewellyn Jones/Bob Garner)
Is it so cool to believe everything
Dress like a clown and you act like a king
Reach out your hand to the man on the throne
Only to find that you're standing alone
I get this terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at the lies
Dreaming my life away
Yeah, I get this terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spitting lies
Dreaming my life away
Where do you go when there's nowhere to hide
Out in the dust with the sun in your eyes
Who's gonna be there to stand at your side
When you're burning with hatred, fear and surpise oh
You get that terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at your lies
Dreaming your life away
Yeah, You get that terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at the lies
Dreaming your life away
Tommorrow the soldiers will be on the street
Chilling your blood with the stamp of their feet
They promise to take all your freedoms away
Leave you with nothing at the end of the day
I get this terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at your lies
Dreaming my life away
Yeah, I get this terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at your lies
Dreaming your life away
Yeah, spit at your lies
Dreaming my life away
Is it so cool to believe everything
Dress like a clown and you act like a king
Reach out your hand to the man on the throne
Only to find that you're standing alone
I get this terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at the lies
Dreaming my life away
Yeah, I get this terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spitting lies
Dreaming my life away
Where do you go when there's nowhere to hide
Out in the dust with the sun in your eyes
Who's gonna be there to stand at your side
When you're burning with hatred, fear and surpise oh
You get that terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at your lies
Dreaming your life away
Yeah, You get that terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at the lies
Dreaming your life away
Tommorrow the soldiers will be on the street
Chilling your blood with the stamp of their feet
They promise to take all your freedoms away
Leave you with nothing at the end of the day
I get this terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at your lies
Dreaming my life away
Yeah, I get this terrible urge
an electric power surge
That spit at your lies
Dreaming your life away
Yeah, spit at your lies
Dreaming my life away
Credits
Writer(s): Kenny George Pickett, Edwin Michael Phillips, Bob Garner, Jack Llewleyn Jones
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- We Are Paintermen
- Power Surge
- Our Music Is Red - With Purple Flashes (Deluxe Edition)
- Action Painting
- Making Time
- Red With Purple Flashes - The Creation Live
- Red With Purple Flashes - The Creation Live
- Psychedelic Rose
- Our Music Is Red - With Purple Flashes
- Our Music Is Red - With Purple Flashes (Deluxe)
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