by Dom

　　request the honor of your presence

　　the tear gas has blown away

　　put down your crumpets and your coffee now

　　so unfashionably late

　　little brother, little sister

　　underwater we go

　　out of our ordinary selves

　　stepping out

　　to where the people sing

　　woohooooooooooo

　　and the people sing

　　woohooooooooooo

　　and the times are good

　　woohooooooooooo

　　and the people sing

　　woohooooooooooo

　　and the times are good

　　you say i'm acting like a beggar

　　i call it killing the fool

　　you carry more baggage

　　than a momma's boy

　　on your first day of school

　　sing

　　little brother, little sister

　　underwater we go

　　out of our ordinary selves

　　stepping out

　　to where the people sing

　　woohooooooooooo

　　and the people sing

　　woohooooooooooo

　　and the times are good

　　woohooooooooooo

　　and the people sing

　　woohooooooooooo

　　and the times are good

　　let go of the light of the t.v.

　　drop the hands

　　the chains that bind me

　　turn it all around

　　stop, lift you up 'n die to self

　　in a time when the left and the right's the same

　　when it's all blurred vision in a crazy haze

　　send out the invitations!

　　you say i'm acting like a beggar

　　i call it killing the fool

　　to save your life you gotta lose it

　　so the people sing

　　woohooooooooooo

　　by Dom

　　by Dom