Again and Again and Again and Again and Again…

Again and again and again and again and again…

Again and again and again and again and again…

Something’s wrong with our eyes –
We’re seein’ things in a different way,
and God knows it ain’t his

There’s something wrong
with the world today
I don’t know what it is
Something’s wrong with our eyes
We’re seeing things in a different way
And God knows it ain’t his

If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin’,
even if it wasn’t would you still come
crawlin’ back again?
I bet you would my friend…

If you can judge a wise man
by the color of his skin –
Then mister you’re a better man than I