Don’t you worry
The bad survey runs
the news
It never predicts
the truth
There is always a
hidden cause
Down in the South
The royal blue
strums its way
High volume poor
taste
The licks aren’t
moved in sound
Don’t you worry
There are fools and
clowns
In life on the
borderless world
Even comedian becomes
president
Don’t you worry
It’s the people who
will decide
The future will
take you through
Up on the hill or
across oceans
The living will
decide
The future in the
stars
Don’t you worry
You have a part in
history
Don’t you worry
The changing will
arrive
The rhythmic flow
The eyes will glow
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