Go!(Feed The Mouse)
Don't try to hide
(gotta' gotta' gotta' feed the mouse)
What's on your mind
(gotta' gotta' gotta' feed the mouse)
Don't you deny
(gotta' gotta' gotta' feed the mouse)
Everytime
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Cha Sa Sa-Sa
Shark:
Good Afternoon!
What's on your mind?
What's on your mind?
What's on your mind?
What's on your mind?
On a Sunday afternoon
What's on your mind?
On a Sunday afternoon
What's on your mind?
Don't you deny
Everytime
Go feed the mouse
Go feed the mouse
Go feed the mouse
Don't try to hide
What's on your mind
You cannot lie
That you're fine
You wanna bite
What's left inside
It ain't alright
He's gonna die!
Go feed the mouse
Don't try to hide
What's on your mind
You cannot lie
That you are fine
It shines so bright
If you're afraid of heights
Then don't fly
Just sleep tonight!
Don't feed the mouse!
Don't feed the mouse!
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Don't feed the mouse!
I'm standing in a modernly furnished living room with hardwood floors:” Generals gathered in their ma**es, just like witches at black ma**es”
I'm standing in a bathroom:
“In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning.”
I'm standing in the studio treated for sound
“Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerer of d**h's construction”
(In song and in dance man expresses himself as a member of a higher community; he has forgotten how to walk and speak and is on the way toward flying into the air, dancing. His very gestures express enchantment, he feels himself a god)
(...supernatural sounds eminate from him, he himself now walks about enchanted, in ecstasy, like the gods he saw walking in his dreams. He is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art”)
Even the counter culture becomes mainstream eventually. And being contrary certainly isn't original- or for that matter - But they can't perceive when someone's just genuinely Being Different