the Flying Doctor's got nothing to take He went to the cabinet and the cabinet was bare His eyes dilated, you can see by his stare. Called up his base on
Who pushes buttons and takes back the can It's the age of the Micro Man Who sees the detail but never the plan Twenty five years of social research Twenty five years
When I was a kid in school They showed me symbols on a card Then they sent them from a locked and bolted room I had to fake that it was hard Circle, square
into the sky Give yourself to gravity Give death another try In free fall, free fall The wind will take your frightened face And force your mouth to smile While destiny is on
s people with an allergy 25 years of social reform Ain't gonna make me change or make me conform 25 years, 25 years, 25 years, 25 years of social research and 25 years, 25 years, 25 years
The chosen only ones They are the only ones who are free Half-human, half-bird ascending so high No whisper is heard from deep in the sky On wings as