Ham Radio

Long haired preacher with his head in the sand He's got a normal way of looking and a big left hand Maybe it'd be better if he talked much less As the wind takes his money and blows it away Everyone's to punch out, everyone's to kiss Good old fashioned 1950's family bliss All our masks are made once we're walking around You can shout out your feelings, and they won't make a sound Maybe somewhere there's gold on the other side Maybe the ground we walk is taking us for a ride If you feel you have to go, don't miss you're one and only change to glow Because we know there's so much left to do A mass of painted people running for a cause They're feeling good, they're feeling right and breaking some laws Opinions are the engine with no headlights in mind And everybody's mind needs a checkup sometimes So to conclude, while being rude, there's a fraction of brains That seem to think they make the world better again To them I have to say in my humblest voice Get the f*ck out of the way, and let us make our choice Maybe somewhere there's gold on the other side Maybe the ground we walk is taking us for a ride If you feel you have to go, don't miss you're one and only change to glow Because we know there's so much left to do