to ransom Black men and white men, and Arabs and Jews Causing congestion and filling the queues Fighting for freedom the truth and the word Fighting the
us that we're savages who cannot understand We're sailing on a sinking ship, we're swimming in the sand They put their fingers in their ears, refuse to recognize our fears And
live in darkest night Dankest gloom and quietest quiet Buried deep beneath the ground Far from any human sound Who will search for treasure trove Scour the seas and
praise of fruit I wrote this song Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit, juice and
my right ear said "If Monsieur R. Monde is safe under the sod Then why are you shaking with fear!" "My name is not Scrooge" I said faintly "and from ghosts
The end of the evening, unable to cope Unique entertainment no longer a joke The close of the picture, the end of the show Merciless torment, torturous
seems as clear as yesterday We saw it in a dream but dream became insanity an awful gaping scream So sad to see such emptiness So sad to see such tears And
of coming through It even seemed that he might think it too But he could see no point in diving in He knew that he would neither sink nor swim And so
Picture... Rush. Story...Hush Got the picture got the rush Got the story got the hush Got the joker Got the flush Got the choker Got the crush Picture
