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Open the door, hinged on realityThere's more than the floor, there's the sky, Spirituality?Maybe, who knows, time to get free.I care about you even if you don't give a shit about meThat's what love is.. It's not just built for two,It's built on a future, one we might not get through.Strangers & brothers & beggars & sisters,Hipsters, Quipsters, Quadrophonic trickstersThey don't care about your hair, the issue is dead, over & out.Vanity sucks, enough said.. Instead.. Instead..Let's talk about violence. Let's talk about ignorance.Why don't we talk about prejudice. Go back to school fool.You're a fool.. Believe it, but you can relieve it.Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.Mix it in the middle.. Let the piano play.One thing is for certain, it's curtains if we keep flirtin' fate &hurtin' with hate. Time to grow up, get real, come onWe can ressurect the world by the lights early dawnWhat so proudly we hail at twilights' last gleaming"This victory belongs to the finest fighting force this nation has ever seen in it's history" (George Bush)SongtexteTonight it's alright, you can grooveTomorrow you wake up, you can't movecause the weight of the world gets too much to holdYou need somebody when the night grows too cold.Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Mix it up.Drugs, That's a life of glamourComes crashing on your hopes like a ball-peen hammerGet rich quick, sure.. End up dead on a curbor be alive like a ghost in a drive-by suburbPressure.. That's the lesson herecontrol enough people you can have a careerThat's a beaten road, it's tired, it lacks imaginationWe got mass on sunday, but no mass communicationMy dream.. knowledge is no pipe dreamMoney makes the world go around? Full blown hype dreamDo what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.Mix it in the middle.. Let everybody play. Mix it up.Do what you got to do.. Say what you got to say.Mix it in the middle.. Let evertbody play. Come on.What's holdin' up the partyA brand new state of affairs in the department of artyCongressman got your tounge?Well a bumpin' new rhythm has just begun.Story 'bout a greedy girlie, she was named LisaLeft her man for a gold-plated VisaMade the right moves, had the world in her fistbut the kiss of her poor boy she sure missedShe didn't Mix it Up.. Rich & poor, young & old.black & white, wrong & right.. Here comes the night"What happened to her boyfriend?"He believed the commercials that said drink beer, get laidbut at closin' time he was alone, he didn't get paid.Last night his lover was a razorblade.. Aus Songtexte Mania