The Mother Place

Whoah

Up up and down from the country to the town

From the streets to the city from the sky to the ground

in the alleyways

When the mad noise sound we be looking

But still we haven't found what we're looking for

For all of our days. Searching out prophets

In this great big haze

Of consumers, banks and commercial shit

and most of the people they sit

When think this is living a part of their lives

But if this is living then our lives are in strife

But now we be searching, searching for some space

That's right we be in the search for the mother place.

And when we get there by land or by sea

By climbing up a mountain or swinging through some

trees

On arrival we'll get a sense of the place

And we'll feel it in the air and the smiles on our face

will grow

When the living does begin

When the banks they are burning

And the mobiles don't ring no more

Radiation will cease

We'll be lying outside

Drinking brews in the heat

And at this destination we'll be doing what we want

And not because it's fashion but because it's our

response

And we'll write and we'll read and we'll work and feed

And won't need nothing from society 'cause i'm free

And if you want we could write a post

However those with the noise find that it's far

Better to search for a better living

Better to be alive than waiting for an ending

and some might say

That place don't exist

It's something that you're dreaming

It's something that you wish

Reply is simple

we'll say it to begin with

(both)

If we don't find a place

Then we'll make it right here

Cause we're rhyming for a reason

We plan 'cause we can

And we we didn't ask for permission

And we enter with a bang

And the empire saying

Everyone should have a face

That's why we be in the search

For the mother place.