Mr. Downstairs - One Hand lyrics

To go out like vous – yesterday’s news Go out like blue platform shoes – choose to go out like that A familiar, awful scene; Self-fulfilling prophecy I won’t buy it – never, ever — then or now Regrettably, we stand and watch and wait for the promised land Our fountain of youth will never blossom Meanwhile, the soft underbellies have been slit And we’re left for dead – so fight instead I stop to tell myself that black and white Aren’t the only ways to see. I hesitate to tell myself it’s true They do not own us – we do not owe them (anything) Understandably, our disbelief has caught up with us A once-bright vision is now lightless and empty Of course we’re angry, of course we’re afraid And on-course we are to a total self-destruction [What if they found out the basis of all religion? We must keep a lid on this.To Control agriculture, monetary systems, fuel, and communications. Or we’ll Have to establish a police state to keep them at bay.] And you can count on one hand, the number of us who’d burn the crown And you can count on one hand holding all of us down Read between the lines – we will decide for you Just one hand holds all of us down