somebody somewhere has all the answers to the questions in our minds somebody somewhere has grown impatient with your reasons and your crimes and no more lies shall be told and no more lives shall be sold who has the key who will it be is it you or me or an unborn child who is growing wild like a weed somebody somewhere must lead us homeward to the truth in our hearts somebody somewhere will hear our cries for freedom if we never stop and no more lies shall be told and no more lives shall be sold who has the key who will it be is it you or me or an unborn child who is growing wild like a weed the writing on the wall says that he ain t right at all he s a liar and he d be ten feet tall if he wasn t so short and small he d be higher and no more lies shall be told and no more lives shall be sold who has the key who will it be is it you or me or an unborn child who is growing wild like a weed be prepared he s coming back 2
['disco', 'quiet storm']