LYRICS:
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind.
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself, - Yeah, yeah.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah.
To divide the cockeyed world in two
Throw your pride to one side, the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
A yard stick for lunatics, one part of you.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind.
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Occasions, persuassions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
