Set the music free
Show of hands, who's with me?
I didn't think so
Most of you are in it for the money Sad to see
It's petty
You used to roll in the G's
Now you're suing your fans over pennies You wanna take that resentment to your d**h bed?
I see you still got your daily bread But that ain't enough for you
You need the guy who's laid off from his job
to sympathize with you You ain't got no problem paying your rent
But someone needs a reverence check
It's evident
that the price to the path of enlightenment
is cheaper than your cab fare But you'll never start there (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!) Why don'tchya start there? (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!) How does swinging off the nutsack of Lady Gaga give you street credit?
Yeah, I said it
I don't sweat it
But I don't get it
Do you do it for the music or the famies?
Those two ain't in the same sentence since the eighties What time is it?
What time is it? Time for small minds to slip under and out the door
I got magical dreams, it's what I do this for
I was a scared little kid saved by rock and roll
There must be millions out there in isolation
Who need to know
they ain't alone The world today could use a heart with compa**ion and care But you never start there (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!) Why don'tchya start there? (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!) Hit it when the time is right
Hit it when the time is right (Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!)
(Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!)