Move On Through

A poor man on a street somewhereHis crowd's walking by acting just like he's not there at allHe keeps on playing for what they don't want to spare himBut by the look of his happy faceRight now he doesn't really careSome babies being raised on razorbladesSome choke on golden spoonsEverybody needs their own way toEase all the rashes inside a whileAnd it's why the poor man's putting on a smileCan't get enough of this sensationSo pure in every way, giving this man hisEveryday reincarnationEvery time his heart is feeling blueTouched by the music he can move on throughA rich girl in a private jetHolds on to the part cause her future is already setShe'd save a thousand souls in Africa gladlyWhile they're taking her somewhere elseShe cranks the volume in her headphones to forgetSome babies being raised on razorbladesSome choke on golden spoonsEverybody needs their own way toEase all the rashes inside a whileAnd it's why the poor man's putting on a smileCan't get enough of this sensationSo pure in every way, giving this girls herEveryday reincarnationEvery time her heart is feeling blueTouched by the music she can move onWhile time is slipping through the hourglassLet's sing at the top of our lungs:We're are all the same!Knowing that before our fate we're all the sameLet's sing this great refrain!Can't get enough of this sensationGiving us people everyday reincarnationEvery time we are feeling blueTouched by the music we can't getEnough of this sensationSo pure in every way, giving us peopleEveryday reincarnationEvery time we are feeling blueTouched by the music we willMove on through