Ten fingers counting we have each
Nine planets around the sun repeat
Eight ball the last, if you triumphant be
Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
It all comes down to nothing
Six senses feeling
Five around a sense of self
Four seasons turn on and turn off
I can see three corners from this corner
Two's the perfect number
But one, well
Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
Oh, Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
It all comes down to nothing
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
We can't do a thing about it
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
Yeah, well
Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
Oh, Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
('Roi!)
(yeah)
It all comes down to nothing
It all comes down to nothing
It all comes
Oh, Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
It all comes down to nothing
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
We can't do a thing about it
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
Nine planets around the sun repeat
Eight ball the last, if you triumphant be
Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
It all comes down to nothing
Six senses feeling
Five around a sense of self
Four seasons turn on and turn off
I can see three corners from this corner
Two's the perfect number
But one, well
Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
Oh, Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
It all comes down to nothing
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
We can't do a thing about it
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
Yeah, well
Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
Oh, Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
('Roi!)
(yeah)
It all comes down to nothing
It all comes down to nothing
It all comes
Oh, Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different
Why are you that way
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
It all comes down to nothing
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
We can't do a thing about it
Too many choices
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae
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This is a beautiful song. Poetically or lyrically if you prefer, musically, and in how it cuts at an issue so difficult to talk about sometimes.
Dederick...heres the poem for anyone interested
Nine planets, Sir, endlessly circle, Sir, one yellow star among Sir's
galaxies:
Pluto Neptune Venus Jupiter Saturn Uranus Mercury Mars and this- this
watered and this aired this favored one where all that crawl and swim
and
fly and run that drove and swarm and herd and flock are in with tooth
and
leg and lung and claw and fin created clothed and colored are by Sir
Eight
colors (counting white) Sir's rainbow makes when whiteness on Sir's
broken
waters breaks arched over tidal blue and branching grey and grazing
green and
foaling brown down and away with gorsing yellow glow and honeyed hay and
petalled blush and mottled winging whir; the limpid eyes each of Sir's
colors
wakes dark-irised are and cleared and curved by Sir Seven tossing seas
Sir's
pent-up lands divide where silver shoals in aching green-ness glide turn
suddenly and dart and flatly lie break surface plunge and from each
other
hide and stare as though by staring they aver what sweet surprise had
widened
each wide eye that once looked early on creating Sir Six senses there
were
then in us who were salt-tasting all along the salt-scented shore who
felt
crust cool and looked on shrinking sea and heard gull-cry on draining
estuary
and found back of these five a something more: a sense of self and back
of
self--Sir Five fingers though (counting a thumb) were what we mostly
were
aware of as we fought Sir's elements and cleared Sir's forests and
sought
creation-wise new metalled ways to go by spinning wheel and wing off
runway.
So? Four quarters of our world began to grow too few and of Sir's yellow
star we thought equations scribbled bubbled in retort distilled its hot
explosive secrets. So? Three questions pose themselves now as we wait:
did
Sir not know how to end what Sir began? Or could we choose? Or did Sir
always
plan? Two hands of ours to bring us soon or late bent to destroy what
the
hands of Sir had wrought One day when we and all our world are brought
to Nought?