Worldwide epiphany, epiphany

  Down in the lowlands to the top of the hill
  Don't know what's comin', but we know that it will
  Blind in Benares, deaf and dumb in LA
  Hiding in Africa, but nobody gets away

  Give it up one more time for the king of soul
  Let the good times roll, bring it on, bring it on
  Dusk 'til dawn, the landlady's gone
  Send the bill to the government, pack it in cement

  Babies and bachelors, fishes, cabbages, and queens
  Can't hear it comin', but we know what it means
  Boats upon the ocean, every plane in the air
  Never know just how or when, but we always know where

  Take it from the ground up, this is the last roundup
  You can't win, and you can't break even
  You can't be leavin' the game anyway
  You've got to stay 'cause we came to play

  It's a new gene, a new wavelength, or maybe it's a virus
  Put the fire in us and inspire us
  To trust and lust for the good life
  And all that is required of us

  Turn to the headline news as if we had a right to choose
  To have no views as the rocket's red glare pollutes the air,
  And we swear that it can't happen here
  And we'll never be there

  We got the right to know, which means
  We got the right to misunderstand
  And slant the plan to help our hand and man
  They call it a culture, but it sucks you in like quicksand

  Killer bees finally make it to Tokyo
  Juliet never made it with Romeo
  But check out the video later
  Terminator III's gonna preview the next fifty years or so