Texty: Rx Bandits. Mandala. Bury It Down Low.

With that addition,
we never could get free,
in prison forever, forever.
with the division,
we're floating through the air,
I'm feeling like a lonely hobo, alone in my bed.

Nobody else to blame,
No not at all,
we got to cooperate,
Pick each other up,
each time we fought,
simplify the complications,
get together to unite,
got my power within my hands,
got to train it to turn the dark to light.

Ohh, it's serving,
ohhhhohhhh.

hey all you minds at wall street,
never hear you mention,
in the hearts of these men,
exist a decision.
On the paper there were pictures on the wall,
it got me feeling sick inside,
ohh I want to leave it alone,
but I don't know where to hide.

Nobody else to blame,
No not at all,
we got to cooperate,
Pick each other up,
each time we fought,
simplify the complications,
get together to unite,
got my power within my hands,
got to train it to turn the dark to light.

Now I hope they march to the king,
all this time for far weakened things.
no more fighting, I'm on my sales,
ohh I can't even grow
and theirs no more air.

Nobody else to blame,
No not at all,
we got to cooperate,
Pick each other up,
each time we fought,
simplify the complications,
get together to unite,
got my power within my hands,
got to train it to turn the dark to light.