The Majority Says - 114 Lyrics

Did you get my last call
Regarding the new glass ball
Oh so sound...
Shiny shiny balls of gold
How I wish that
I never grow old

So they say...
How are things today
Hold on wait up
They take me overseas
So they say...
How are things today
Hold on wait up
Where I want to be
These hands are made
For picking dandelions
My feet are mine to walk on grass

Sunday morning wakes up
Bring my stairs down for a cupa
Oh so sound...
Wish my time was more like yours
But arrogance is grasping my source

So they say...
How are things today
Hold on wait up
They take me overseas
So they say...
How are things today
Hold on wait up...
Where I want to be

God forgotten the common people like you
And they would never ask me
For the truth...the truth

We would go back eighty years
Share our laughs and cherish our tears

So they say...
How are things today
Hold on wait up
They take me overseas
So they say...
How are things today
Hold on wait up
Where I want to be...