Turn The Other Way - Fishbone

Say everyone — wheres the love of yesteryear?

Say everyone — ebbing waves of death and fear

Alleviate morality and kill our every dream of hope

Visualize with hallucinogens

And now who see must also grope

The grapes of wrath — the prime vintage of our future

World leaders — necromancers and masochists all

Contemplate our destinies

But they all will soon fall

With our greatest dance

At the thermonuclear ball

Yet with all of this

Another wave just takes its place

Search for freedom

And the world just slaps your face

Yet what we do from day to day

All we ever do and say

Is take a look around

And turn the other way…