A Song

Happens to everyone under the burning sun.
As the world goes round, gotta feel the sound.

Singing around a campfire.
Say anything you miss wrong.
Songwriters do not retire.
That's why I write this song.

Lyrics and a melody help to make a harmony.
A song.
Hope, lust, and some ecstasy help to make a crowd believe.
A song.

People drowning will believe anything they perceive.
Freedom, pardons, patriots, vigilante idiots.
No reception, no perception, no complexion, no direction.
I can rhyme anything, what will tomorrow bring?

Singing 'round a campfire.
Call anything you miss wrong.
Songwriters do not retire.
That's why I wrote this song.

Lyrics and a melody help to make a harmony.
A song.
Hope, lust, and some ecstasy help to make a crowd believe.
A song.

See, a song's a song.
You can't go wrong.
If you can, hold on.
Just stick to ping pong.

Singing 'round a campfire.
Call anything you miss wrong.
Songwriters do not retire.
That's why I wrote this song.

Lyrics and a melody help to make a harmony.
A song.
Hope, lust, and some ecstasy help to make a crowd believe.
A song.
Yeah, this my friends is a song.