Ride
What I'm really wanting
A brand new machine
One for converting
Plastic to dreams
If you ride upon the tiger
you can never get off
They get hungry
One thing is certain
All the rest are lies
Beautiful and damned ones
Never realize
That the dark is light enough
To see the ignorance of greed
Still she cries
Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what has got you
Lost and feeling down
You just get it off your back
Let it fly away
Poetry in motion
Counting out the beats
To hear a voice in every mind
Sounding out retreat
And as they run
They look behind
To see what tempts the wandering eye
Still she cries
Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what has got you
Lost and feeling down
You just get it off your back
Let it fly away...
Trouble with the life
Of the Emperor's new mind
Casual veiwin' in spite of
What gets left behind
Gentlemen you may include me out
Ladies please accept my bow
Still she cries
Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what has got you
Lost and feeling down
You just get it off your back
Let it fly away
You just get it off your back
Let it fly away
Get it off your back
Let it fly away
A brand new machine
One for converting
Plastic to dreams
If you ride upon the tiger
you can never get off
They get hungry
One thing is certain
All the rest are lies
Beautiful and damned ones
Never realize
That the dark is light enough
To see the ignorance of greed
Still she cries
Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what has got you
Lost and feeling down
You just get it off your back
Let it fly away
Poetry in motion
Counting out the beats
To hear a voice in every mind
Sounding out retreat
And as they run
They look behind
To see what tempts the wandering eye
Still she cries
Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what has got you
Lost and feeling down
You just get it off your back
Let it fly away...
Trouble with the life
Of the Emperor's new mind
Casual veiwin' in spite of
What gets left behind
Gentlemen you may include me out
Ladies please accept my bow
Still she cries
Come on, come on, get up
I wanna take you
Away from all of this
And what has got you
Lost and feeling down
You just get it off your back
Let it fly away
You just get it off your back
Let it fly away
Get it off your back
Let it fly away
Credits
Writer(s): David Sinclair, Richard Sinclair, Richard Coughlan, Pye Hastings
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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