1, 2, 3, 4... If we hadn't wont the war and I was calling all the shots and what I believe was done If we hadn't sent em' there to die you'd be sure
Well you don't want to go to school It's alright Oh you're so tired of playing the rules It's alright Well I see you coming around here about midnight
Have you ever been to Harlem? Have you ever been to Rhodes In the falling rain? Blowing like a hurricane, Blowing down the road that you left behind
There's nothing you can do That isn't in your mind There's nothing you can do But try There's nothing you can say That isn't what you said And everything