Welcome To The Show

You - got to sing a new song
'cause the way that we're going
Is far too long
Alone, when you can't hear a sound
And you're halfway to freedom
It can't be found
But we've got the love
And the feeling's strong
And we're going on
And we can't go wrong
Halfway to freedom
Sing out the word
Tables are turning
We're learning
Our voice can be heard
Towers are falling
See how they burn
Hope for each other
Our brothers
All over the world

Love like a cry in the night
We reach out for each other
Peace to find
Hear, when the bells start to chime
And you're halfway to freedom
It's hard to find

Halfway to freedom
Sing out the word
Tables are turning
We're learning
Our voice can be heard
Towers are falling
See how they burn
Hope for each other
Our brothers
All over the world

When you're all alone
And the dreams are waiting at your door
By the telephone
No-one to talk to any more
Where did we go wrong
Waited far too long

When you're worlds apart
All feelings seem to disappear
And the night is dark
You used to make it all so clear

Where did we go wrong
Waited far too long

Where do we go
And where is the love you once gave me?
I want to know
Where is my life, can't you save me?
Oh, i thought you were a woman of love
Oh, we could have been in heaven above

Where did we go wrong
Waited far too long

Where do we go
And where is the love you once gave me?
I want to know
Where is my life, can't you save me?

The streets run red with the blood of the innocent
Why, why, why?
We stab our knives in the back of humanity
Why, why, why?
There's never peace just a spiral of violence
Why, why, why?
We'll shoot you down for a difference of opinion
Why, why, why?
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
Sons and daughters, lost and gone
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
No talk, no thought, just shoot and run

Our children wake to the bomb and the bodysearch
Why, why, why?
We fill their ears with the drums and the battle cries
Why, why, why?
They burn your car when you stray it's a game they play
Why, why, why?
They're fed on hate it's a circle we don't want to break
Why, why, why?

Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
Sons and daughters, lost and gone
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
No talk, no thought, just shoot and run

I'm baptised in your prejudice
I'm confirmed with your hate
I'm ordained into violence
I'm a child of the modern world
Of the media world
Of the tv world
Of the modern world

Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
Sons and daughters, lost and gone
Cheap the bullet, easy the gun
No talk, no thought, just shoot and run

Like a jester dressed
In a silly gown
Something evil came to town
At the darkest hour
In the dead of night
All who'd listen gathered round
From the uninspired
From the tortured sounds
No one noticed what she'd done
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
Like a fool possessed
Evil grabbed the blade
Dripping blood upon the keys
With her cheap disguise
No-one realised
How this jester could deceive
From the uninspired
From the tortured sounds
No one noticed what she'd done
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes

From the uninspired
From the tortured sounds
No one noticed what she'd done
Time knows the truth
And her lies linger on
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
This way comes
This way comes

Hush now children
Don't you worry
Lots of young ones
Singing mahler
Lies so deady
Wrapped in sugar candy

Driving down the road
Under the southern light
Looking back to see
Where we've come from
As we watched the sun go down
Rain it fell like diamonds
From kimberley mines
On the road to jo'burg
With the dying light
Farewal durban
City of natal
Stopped a while to stretch my thoughts
As we crossed the borderline
And into transvaal

I saw the sun go down
Under the southern skies
Over and over
I'll always remember
Those beautiful african nights

In the old vw
We'd count the miles
We travelled with a friend
Whose name was farr
The stories that he told us
Talked of faces
Times and places
Sang and played his guitar

Driving down the road
We hear the morning rise
Leaving all the past
So far behind
The sound man played the eagles
As we listen
"take it easy"
Echoes on through our lives

I saw the sun go down
Under the southern skies
Over and over
I'll always remember
I still hear them call
No matter how far
Those beautiful african nights

My little red book, day tripper, ufo club
Pink floyd, soft machine
Talk about a heavy scene
I'm a psychedelic child
Maharishi mahesh yogi, flower power, oki poki
Bells and beads, bell-bottom jeans
Talk about a heavy scene
I'm a psychedelic child

Talk about love
And the power of a rock and roll dream
Talk about love
On a bad trip, hear my scream
I'm a psychedelic child

Exotic eastern mysticism, vietnam and kaftans
The grateful dead, the charlatans
Heavy scene, so heavy man
I'm a psychedelic child
Ballad of a thin man looking for a crawdaddy
Hippy shit and lsd
Talk about a heavy scene
I'm a psychedelic child


Talk about love
And the power of a rock and roll dream
Talk about love
On a bad trip, hear my scream
I'm a psychedelic child

Talk about love
And the power of a rock and roll dream
Talk about love
On a bad trip, hear my scream
I'm a psychedelic child