Maybe Just Sad
Come on children
Let's get out
From a bunker in the underground
Let's pick the train to
A place we can hide
And see what all the soldiers are
Talking about
Are they happy
Or maybe just sad
Are they proud of the upper class
Is it easy
For them to feel free
Or am I just too blind
To see?
Am I too blind to see
Jump jump baby baby baby
Lord I'm aching so hard
To see this world
Full of anger, hate and empty words
We all need something
To claim up our minds
And see/feel what all the soldiers are
Talking about
Are they happy
Or maybe just sad
Are they proud of the upper class
Is it easy
For them to feel free
Or am I just too blind
To see?
Am I too blind to see
Am I too blind to see
Jeah
[Instrumental]
Are you happy
Or maybe just sad
Are you proud of the upper class?
Is it easy
For you to feel free
Or am I just too blind
Are they happy
Or maybe just sad
Are they proud of the upper class
Is it easy
For them to feel free
Or am I just too blind
To see?
Am I too blind to see
Am I too blind too blind too blind too blind
Oooooh
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