Original Spies - Karate

A stand, a wall, a fiat in us all

Something that will take away

This nonsense soon, one of these days

The demand, the call, it will come soon I can hear us all

Talking one day about the ones that we love instead of

Hanging around waiting for signs from above

Hey, hey I too want change, I’m not talking about faith, I will pay

For evidence of the numbness and pain

Of anyone with guns, the money or the planes

I hear you saying I am just one kid, that we can’t do what one thousand once did

But let me leave you with this simple idea

And maybe one of you might run with it for real

On that day will we be original spies?

Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?

Will strange new days, striated with strain contain your relocated slang and

those incredible eyes?

Truant treasures come from zealots sounding, Jensens pounding

By way of last year’s sonic stencils

We are working it out, if only with pencils, but

Underneath the same, same skies as those ones pushing the same, same lies, so

Grab a pen, turn of the CNN

And scratch me out some plans to get together again

In that way will we be original spies?

With trusty foresight will the sun still rise?

Will strained new days, saturated with strange contain your relocated slang and

those incredible eyes?

Hey, hey I too want change, I’m not talking about faith, I will pay

For evidence of the numbness and pain

Of anyone with guns, the money or the planes

I hear you saying I am just one kid, that we can’t do what one thousand once did

But let me leave you with this simple idea

And maybe one of you might run with it for real

On that day will we be original spies?

Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?

Will strange new days, striated with strain contain your relocated slang and

those incredible eyes?