The Mother Place

Whoah Up up and down from the country to the town From the streets to the city from the sky to the ground in the alleyways When the mad noise sound we be looking But still we haven't found what we're looking for For all of our days. Searching out prophets In this great big haze Of consumers, banks and commercial shit and most of the people they sit When think this is living a part of their lives But if this is living then our lives are in strife But now we be searching, searching for some space That's right we be in the search for the mother place. (Felix) And when we get there by land or by sea By climbing up a mountain or swinging through some trees On arrival we'll get a sense of the place And we'll feel it in the air and the smiles on our face will grow When the living does begin When the banks they are burning And the mobiles don't ring no more Radiation will cease We'll be lying outside Drinking brews in the heat And at this destination we'll be doing what we want And not because it's fashion but because it's our response And we'll write and we'll read and we'll work and feed And won't need nothing from society 'cause i'm free (Harry) And if you want we could write a post However those with the noise find that it's far Better to search for a better living Better to be alive than waiting for an ending and some might say (Felix) That place don't exist It's something that you're dreaming It's something that you wish (Harry) Reply is simple we'll say it to begin with (both) If we don't find a place Then we'll make it right here Cause we're rhyming for a reason We plan 'cause we can And we we didn't ask for permission And we enter with a bang And the empire saying Everyone should have a face That's why we be in the search For the mother place.