So now you tell me you are living in a country

where joys and freedom they can not be tried

but alone in your mind there are so many rooms

that you never seem to find...

there is a room where your toolbox is waiting

but you just never go there when you are awake

when most of the time whatever that you look for

you could of just sit down and make

so do "the right thing". just do "the right thing"

How can you do it if you are awake?!

Instead I scratch my forehead like Aladdin his lamp...



'Cus even in Madagascar

we'll find some shack below radar

put two turntables and a film projector in that room

and punk rock 'n' roll most faithfully...

It will occure-cure-cure! ... cure cure cure!



Instead you run to your llittle birdfeeder

and stick your beak in the seeds your master laid

where did they came from? Who put them in there?

Oh you will never know their name!

But there is a room where bustle and merry

and big ceremony could be going on,

where your true talents along with birthrights

could be dancing can-can

'Cus even in Madagascar... and even in Antarctica!

even in Azerbaijan!

Put two turntables and a film projector in that room

and punk rock 'n' roll most faithfully...

it will occure-cure-cure! ...cure! cure! cure!

...and sewing machine too!