Oh uh,
I see fingers, hands and shades of faces,

Reachin' up and not quite touchin' the promised land,

I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin,

Oh, Lord, please give us a helpin' hand,

Yeah yeah

Way down in the background,

I can see frustrated souls of cities burnin,

And all across the water,baby,
I see weapons barkin' out the sting of death,

And up in the clouds I can imagine UFOs jumpin' themselves,

Laughin' they sayin',

Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess

Back in the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink,

I can't really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor,

But as far as I know, they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and try and sell me

Brother sell me, and don't worry about lookin at the score

Yeah yeah