Rick Real and The Warmth - How Does One Point to Everything?

The marching malcontent and the government are holding up different signs
We have to keep hope treasured away safely in the hot house of our minds
We got more than a hunch that they're out to lunch and selling off everything
And then the hammer drops on the moms and pops, we went to sleep but we forgot our
Dream dream dream
Dream dream dream
I suck on cocoa leaves for the pain it ease as I watch this all transpire
You blame the tinderbox and the chickenpox, the obvious rhyme here, my dear, is fire
The Great Society as it applies to you and me just went up in smoke
The Doomsday Clock's my Swatch, now there's Special Ops
Don't worry, hun, it's just a little
Poke (Ohhh ohhh ohhh)
(Ohhh ohhh ohhh)
Can you show me where it hurts here on this chart?
How does one point to everything?
You don't know how to meditate, bro, I can relate
We're coming up empty on the WebMD
What is a fiscal year, best regards or cheers, if it can't be shared is it still beautiful?
I'm here on the rebel base with a ruddy face cuz I'm not sure how to be
Useful (Ohhh ohhh ohhh)
(Ohhh ohhh ohhh)

Written by:
Eric Gibbons

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