作曲 : Rundgren
Worldwide epiphany, epiphany 
Down in the lowlands to the top of the hill 
Don't know what's comin', but we know that it will 
Blind in Benares, deaf and dumb in 
LA Hiding in 
Africa, but nobody gets away 
Give it up one more time for the king of soul 
Let the good times roll, bring it on, bring it on 
Dusk 'til dawn, the landlady's gone 
Send the bill to the government, pack it in cement 
Babies and bachelors, fishes, cabbages, and queens 
Can't hear it comin', but we know what it means 
Boats upon the ocean, every plane in the air 
Never know just how or when, but we always know where 
Take it from the ground up, this is the last roundup 
You can't win, and you can't break even 
You can't be leavin' the game anyway 
You've got to stay 'cause we came to play 
It's a new gene, a new wavelength, or maybe it's a virus 
Put the fire in us and inspire us 
To trust and lust for the good life 
And all that is required of us 
Turn to the headline news as if we had a right to choose 
To have no views as the rocket's red glare pollutes the air, 
And we swear that it can't happen here 
And we'll never be there 
We got the right to know, which means 
We got the right to misunderstand 
And slant the plan to help our hand and man 
They call it a culture, but it sucks you in like quicksand 
Killer bees finally make it to 
Tokyo Juliet never made it with 
Romeo But check out the video later 
Terminator 
III's gonna preview the next fifty years or so