PARTY!
We feel alright!
Into a sea of lonely lovers we arrive,
given decisions for the division of sight and mind:
the lines combine ‘til everyone is smiling, blind.
We feel alright!
Whispering wisdom, knowing nods, and silent sighs…
Your contradictions prove your fiction.
(Some one starts a fight)
…I’m calling a cease fire!
You’re feeling down? Man, you’ll be fine.
You make your fun, and I’ll make mine.
We feel alright!
I’m lightin’ a smoke as an escape-route from the jive,
wetting my lips ‘cause coversation’s runnin’ dry…
Turn up the music, alright!?
You’re feeling down? Man, you’ll be fine.
You make your fun and I’ll make mine.
“What’s yours is yours, and what is mine is mine.”
Let’s share a drink and we’ll be alright.
Why can’t we all just get along?
Or at least pretend ‘til the end of this song:
“We feel alright!
We don’t discriminate, don’t hate; we’re Open Minds!
This is a party and you’re welcome anytime you like,
just don’t dare start a fight.”
