With Mr. Solo,
King Creole,
you gotta go with the man in the band.
He'll be your guy,
singing la la la la.
But what makes Mr. Politate a lot of words?
Another trip turned peace into war.
Singing hi,
ooh,
it's not the way we want it.
Not the way at all.
Not the way to change
our minds, our backs up against the wall.
The
boys in the band don't live in harmony.
Life's a poem if we can make it right.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.
Let's get it together before we go down,
down,
down.
I don't wanna theorize it,
just hope it for real life.
A simple melody can free your soul and let you be man what you are.
Fly la la la.
But every backstreet slum where pushers push
and hookers hook just won't set you free.
With hi,
ooh,
it's not the way we want it.
Not the way at all.
Not the way to change
our minds, our backs up against the wall.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.
Life's a poem if we can make it right.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.
Let's get it together before we go down,
down,
down.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.
It's not the way we want it.
Not the way at all.
Not the way to change our minds,
our backs up against the wall.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.
The boys in the band don't live in harmony.