| Lyrics: | Look at this green fly crawling 'cross my page
Look at all the ants in splintered frosted
glaze
Many are called but few get up.
Will you?
Such a lot of work that we all can
do,
You can do it all, live, love, move and do.
Many are called but few get up,
Will
you?
My eyes are burning,
My mind is opening. |