Population Nation
Well it seems like the time is here again
For us to gather up like friends
And then we take in hand
All of the things we can
And try to bring them up to
Things that we can mend
Well it seems like the time is here again
For us to gather up like friends
And then we take in hand
All of the things we can
And try to bring them up to
Things that we can mend
Oh other people's wills
They try to get us thrills
They make us all the winglings
That we try to kill
Ans say well we know that
The neighborhood spills
Onto the pavement
Nothing but wasted time and space
And people's misery left to waste
Forgotten and dumped an another's plate
Because we do not care about certain people's fate
All to run away
Nobody to stay
Fold the battle flag
Then flee, flee, flee
Run away
These people everywhere
They always come and stare
I wish that they could see
These other parts of me
But guessing that I don't
So easily show them
The things I want them all
To know and understand
I guess I'm not so fair
In holding people to
The standards that I have
And that I adhere to
I wish I didn't know
So many things I do
But since I cannot help
I'll try to make it through
These expressions of self
How else would they manifest
If not behind the eyes
Of all of us that are left?
For us to gather up like friends
And then we take in hand
All of the things we can
And try to bring them up to
Things that we can mend
Well it seems like the time is here again
For us to gather up like friends
And then we take in hand
All of the things we can
And try to bring them up to
Things that we can mend
Oh other people's wills
They try to get us thrills
They make us all the winglings
That we try to kill
Ans say well we know that
The neighborhood spills
Onto the pavement
Nothing but wasted time and space
And people's misery left to waste
Forgotten and dumped an another's plate
Because we do not care about certain people's fate
All to run away
Nobody to stay
Fold the battle flag
Then flee, flee, flee
Run away
These people everywhere
They always come and stare
I wish that they could see
These other parts of me
But guessing that I don't
So easily show them
The things I want them all
To know and understand
I guess I'm not so fair
In holding people to
The standards that I have
And that I adhere to
I wish I didn't know
So many things I do
But since I cannot help
I'll try to make it through
These expressions of self
How else would they manifest
If not behind the eyes
Of all of us that are left?
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Writer(s): William Shaw
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