The old man got the news on,
said the whole damn world gone wrong.
It really ain't no surprise when the
news only talks in black and white.
Preaching man still on TV,
telling everybody that the engines
of the war machine keep rumbling.
Keep them people mumbling.
Hear that songbird sing
her melodies as she flies on by
whittling my fur in the wind.
Company man got a hungry soul,
never had a vision for the rock and roll.
By yet, plenty in the gold,
let you live just like you're told.
Once you know what you got going on,
if you're living it right or wrong,
the world shows that unbirthed song,
we're all gonna sing along.
And we hear that songbird sing
her melody as she flies on by
whittling my fur in the wind.
