om jag var rik skulle jag köpa så mycket skor att jag skulle kunna
bygga ett slott av alla skokartonger


When most people don't even smile
There's a natural mystic
Blowing tru the air
So keep it realistic
And always be aware
The truth is crying out
And it's so loud and so clear
But most people won't even hear
Spiritual pollution in the atmosphere
And with so much confusion
Can one be happy here