I'd rather hang up the flag and be done with it

I'd rather keep the frenzy and the fire out of my mind

I'd rather take sides in an argument

I'd rather crank up the bass in a dark basement

I'd rather leave the mobs and the murder in a distant land



Let the sunshine in

Let the sunshine in

The sunshine in in



My vote's a bed and a football pool

Five on the red and six on the blue

Wake up, fool, this is no time for a shouting match

I smell blood and there's no blood around

Blanked out eyes and the blanked out sound

See them coming back, motionless, in an airport lounge



Let the sunshine in

Let the sunshine in

The sunshine in



You should be getting stoned with a prom dress girl

You should still believe in an endless world

You should (pass young cheesy?) in a parking lot



Let the sunshine in

Let the sunshine in

The sunshine in