No reason for knocking
Just come forward
Leave your vibe at the door
It'll help you breeze through
The blank generation and the moral whores

Everything and this shall pass now
Baby it's easy
Let the high fly
And the low go

Soul mate
Crime rate
Stress case
In the wrong place
Excuse me, back down
Look to the wonders of the suffering crowd

Everything and this shall pass now
Baby it's easy
Let your hair down
Pick the beat up

Somebody once told me
Don't blame the yuppie that you'd rather know
But i know You don't live true
Jump on
Get on
Sing in tune
Everything and this shall pass
Now baby it's easy
Let the high fly
And the low go
Higher and higher

Baby it's easy
Let your hair down
And your feet up
Higher and higher
Don't go runnin' like a chicken