Michael Franti

Michael Franti - What Happens Next lyrics

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All of us are winners and all are beginners

All of us are sinners and head spinners

Some are fatter and some are thinners

Some are thieves some are dentists 

And inventors, typesetters, trend setters, translators of lost tongues

Spoken words and beating drums in the head and in the sun


Beating from the chest of the proud

Guerrilla tactics and pick up the crowd

Pick a boom or thunder cloud

Play the bass and play it loud


(Chorus)

Cause you can never tell what happens next

Every minute of your life you better be your best

People like you are above the rest

Never stop just hold your breath

Cause you can never tell what happens next

Every minute of your life you better be your best

People like you are above the rest

Never stop just hold your breath

When the beat sounds great for the big sound through the day


Everything I see is all us for me mentality is this society

I did it my way so that makes it OK

Who gives a damn what the ancestors say

Tomorrow won't be here anyway

Run away life's just a matinee

The world around is in such a disarray 

I'm on a holiday so I can't communicate

I'll be chewin a plate on Sandro Pae a rollin' Chevrolet on the milky way 

OK OK then doomsday

OK OK OK OK


Some people only want to sample some silly pop songs

I look around me and they're making dough

What's wrong with that if you need to know

Your actions are all you can own

You can only take what you call home

(chorus)


People in the front if you wanna bump say

Don't stop til the Mardi gras 

Pople in the back if you wanna clap say

Don't stop til the Mardi gras

People in the middle if you wanna wiggle say

Don't stop til the Mardi gras

People in the side if you wanna glide say

Don't stop til the Mardi gras


Commericalism conservatism has risen to an all time high

You wonder why there is suicide or wonder why they're drivin' by

Have to think back walking bare foot in the grass 

now I'm walking with my toes in the glass

Three strikes used to be a baseball class

Now its twenty five years on your ass

But in the spring time a different thing a time

All of a sudden like a push of a button


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