go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go, go, go.
Blur the pa per, shatter stinking poo
James
Gordon
Brown,
Wiley number 2
The call to prayer is a call to arms
Don't wanna kill my kids
with hymns and songs
But the change is gonna
learn anyhow
Yeah, it's too late to turn back now
Fight the changes,
gotta learn anyhow
That it's too late to turn back now
Blood, sacrifice, the midnight mass
Yeah, as you make the sta
tions of the crass
The fire's raging, yeah,
it's raging hard I don't want it raging in my own backyard
Fight the changes,
gotta learn anyhow
That it's too late to turn back now
Fight the changes,
gotta learn anyhow
Yeah, it's too late to turn back now
Feed your kids into the state machine
Fade schools that are too obscene
Will you survive the hardest test of all
Or celebrate the harvest festival
This declaration says the
West must end
Because we burned the
candles at both ends
That fire's flaming now,
it's raging hard
I don't want it ra ging
in my own back yard
Fight the change,
you gotta learn anyhow
Dad, it's too late to turn back now
Fight the change,
you gotta learn anyhow
Dad, it's too late to turn back now
Turn back, turn back
Turn back, turn back
What's too late to turn
back now?
Oh, it's too late to turn away
now
Don't you let your dreams
be your own
Don't, don't