Credits:
Bass - DavidinOz
Lyrics, and vocals - SimplexMax
Keys - Paulo Gomes
Drums - Fred E. Jam
AUthor music, guitars - Steve Sledge
Bass - DavidinOz
Lyrics, and vocals - SimplexMax
Keys - Paulo Gomes
Drums - Fred E. Jam
AUthor music, guitars - Steve Sledge
Gonna tell you what, I Don't care much for power
Gonna give it to you straight, you won't have to think for hours
Gonna walk right in and tell a tale, gonna sit right down, and deliver the mail
Just sit back right there, and listen to me
If you looked around and you opened your eyes
Then it wouldn't be such a big surprise
That a lot of people are into having power
You can try, and you try and it doesn't really matter
See their greedy little bellies getting fatter and fatter
And it all boils down to what you're going to do
It's the guy at the bank with your balls in a sling
It's the british young lady with the sewing machine
It's your Dad, when he's mad, and lectures you for hours
And you're gonna find out that you're never gonna beat 'em
All their hungry mouths, you just feed 'em and feed 'em
And it all boils down to what you're going to do
It's a teenage boy who doesn't owe you a thing
It's a guy from California who thinks he can sing
It's the weather man who fails to predict the showers
And you're gonna find out as your lips get tighter
All their probing eyes getting wider and wider
And it all comes down to what you're going to do
Well you know by now, I won't wait around for power
Gonna give it to you straight, you won't have to think for hours
Gonna walk right in and tell a tale, gonna sit right down, and deliver the mail
Just sit back right there, and listen to me
It's a little old lady with a library book
It's a neighbor with a BBQ who thinks he can cook
It's the chihauhau who wants to make you cower
Now it seems to me, you'll never get above them
All they want from you is just love'em and love'em
So it all boils down to what you're going to do
Gonna give it to you straight, you won't have to think for hours
Gonna walk right in and tell a tale, gonna sit right down, and deliver the mail
Just sit back right there, and listen to me
If you looked around and you opened your eyes
Then it wouldn't be such a big surprise
That a lot of people are into having power
You can try, and you try and it doesn't really matter
See their greedy little bellies getting fatter and fatter
And it all boils down to what you're going to do
It's the guy at the bank with your balls in a sling
It's the british young lady with the sewing machine
It's your Dad, when he's mad, and lectures you for hours
And you're gonna find out that you're never gonna beat 'em
All their hungry mouths, you just feed 'em and feed 'em
And it all boils down to what you're going to do
It's a teenage boy who doesn't owe you a thing
It's a guy from California who thinks he can sing
It's the weather man who fails to predict the showers
And you're gonna find out as your lips get tighter
All their probing eyes getting wider and wider
And it all comes down to what you're going to do
Well you know by now, I won't wait around for power
Gonna give it to you straight, you won't have to think for hours
Gonna walk right in and tell a tale, gonna sit right down, and deliver the mail
Just sit back right there, and listen to me
It's a little old lady with a library book
It's a neighbor with a BBQ who thinks he can cook
It's the chihauhau who wants to make you cower
Now it seems to me, you'll never get above them
All they want from you is just love'em and love'em
So it all boils down to what you're going to do
© 2006 Steve Sledge & SimplexMax
Produced at F-Jam Online Musical Studios
Produced at F-Jam Online Musical Studios
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