A world where music's lost is sad defeat
And each day's therefore cumbersome and bland
And never's there then that heavenly treat
That reaches us through someone's favourite band.
Well music's used to torture some I've heard,
Repetitive and loud and on and on
Into the cells of terrorist we hate
Barney's love song until all hope is gone
And resurrection of the soul's too late.
So music's heaven but it can be hell,
Yet only in the hands of devil men
Upon whom obedience has cast a spell
And who have not the brains to think again.
Forget them there's but little we can do,
And music will out live them and pull through.