Johnny Panic And The Bible Of Dreams (Mix Two)

High time we made a stand And shook up the views of the common man And the love train ride from coast to coast DJ's the man we love the most Could you be, could you be squeaky clean And smash any hope of democracy As the headline says you're free to choose There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes One of these days they're gonna call it the blues One of these days they're gonna call it the blues I spy tears in your eyes They look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention Food goes to waste So nice to eat, so nice to taste Politician granny with your high ideas Have you no idea how the majority feels So without love and Obama's plan We're fools to the rhythms of a government plan Kick out the style, bring back the jam And bring back the jam High time we made a stand Kick out the style, bring back the jam Bring back the jam Bring back the jam Bring back the jam Bring back the jam Bring back the jam Bring back the jam Bring back the jam Bring back the jam