Friday's humming summer And the whiskey sun is running out the night sky I am here watching your form Slowly pacing in the dawn as all the stars
Silence in the courtyard, silence in the street The powers that be, out by the river, are shuffling their feet But the night is full of car alarms and
If you miss me at the back of the bus, and you can't find me nowhere Come on up to the front of the bus, I'll be ridin' right there I'll be ridin' right
if I don't seem surprised Now the grey suits and the big boys they're all slaves to their bank balance see The media mass markets freedom as the ultimate
