Good Co.
How did we digress to this broken social scene:
such seperate sound—-such idle comradery?
Now, I’m not a lover or a fighter
——but I fight with such Love.
Forgive but try not to forget
to remember subtle sentiments.
Let everyone be friend and kin!
Let every conscience be cleansed!
‘Cause anger’s such a senseless affair,
and regret won’t get you anywhere.
And if the sound drowns out the poetry,
try reading it while listening.
Oh, the message is not lost:
It’s bottled up in a thesis-chorus!
Marooned on hopeful shores,
I may be ignored,
but I’m never bored!
If competition is the battle to feel free,
this condition just needs community!
Don’t you agree?
So, what are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?
Why don’t you tell me?
‘Cause I’ve found myself Good Company
who can agree to disagree:
blue-collar or deadbeat,
diamond soles or bare feet.
Now that I don’t have to sing alone,
this microphone finally feels like Home.
If competition is the battle to feel free,
this condition just needs community!
Don’t you agree?
So, what are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for!?
In this vision (even the blind can see!),
the simple wisdom: Live in Harmony!
We wish you’d agree.
So, what are we fighting for?
