[Lyric] Dilemma (High Tide)

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You've all heard what I'm saying
The rest won't listen anyway
The pigs have all stopped praying
They write the sermon for the dead, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh



Oh, oh, oh, oh
My seeds, our preparation
They might be seen to birds alike
The last part is pollination
Redeems your wisdom from their love, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh



All's been turned a symphony for those who couldn't groove
The skull was not in detail, and the words could not been moved
The master of the orchestra rejects you and and me
But I don't care, becausе they can't play a gun
I'm having fun trying just to be


Burning down the hill, they got a party down the road
Banging on apartments, for the young and for the old
They don't want your money, all they need is your mind
So blow yours now, and when they come to collect, they'll be welcome to whatever they find