THE AIRThe machine rolls into high gear again Squeezing money from the blood of men I feel the years, getting older And I feel the air getting colder And I believe it's time to make a change What's the point of life living in the street Reelin' in cocaine selling your bodies like meat I feel the years, getting older And I feel the air getting colder And I believe it's time to make a change Sad to say but it doesn't have to be this way But complacency, it rules the world today You could find a freedom that you have never known If you put no other's head above your own I feel the years, getting older And I feel the air getting colder And I believe it's time to make a change
Words and music ©1990 William E. Melvin All rights reserved. As recorded by the Shack Monks: Guitars and vocals - Bill Melvin Sequenced arrangement - Jim Parry |