LYRIC FOR SALE

By Phillip Morris

It's the world within the world
Where they're "happily" content
They're living what is meant
To be a life

It's their world within this world
Where they're sadly hell-bent
On paying up the rent
By work and strive

But open up your eyes
And see a little further
The chance that you've been given
Is a little more worth than

Accepting what you have
Your values make me laugh
Get up and look
And seek and find a life

It's a limited possession
No time for deep depression
Look to the stars of heaven
To remind you

There's no time to wipe and dust
The business going bust
The shares going down
The shopping in the town
The tie that isn't straight
The bus that's always late
The colour of his shoes
The lousy weather blues
Wake up, get up and get a life

Settled down and so secure
Don't you ever wish for more
Something tells me you're unsure
Of your feelings

It's the said thing to be done
There's no time for having fun
Life's a game with an aim
Not believing

We've opened up our eyes
I can see to tomorrow
It's the same as today
Fine though hollow

It's not our place to question
Our purpose and our quest on
This earth on which we'll all
soon be leaving

But it's a limited possession
To hell with deep depression
Look to the stars of heaven
To remind you

There's no need to learn the psalm
To set that clock alarm
To answer yes or no
To ask how far to go
To pass your mathematics
To clean your automatics
To get yourself respected
To do what you're expected
Wake up, get up and get a life