Hey hey, My my
We are all just born to die
And we spend all of our live, wondering why,
Hey hey, my my
We live our lives, searching for gold,
because we must be rich, so we are told
And we're searching for the fortune till we are old,
And then the life is the only thing that we have sold.
The prophet is gone, but he made people think,
this is the story of Martin Luther King
And they shot him down because he didn't lie,
Hey hey, my my
And leaders speak about free nation,
but there is still sign of a segregation
And people are still colorblind,
because all they can see is just black&white.
And I hope someday they will look to the sky
and they'll find the truth and they'll open their eyes
But this will happens when pigs will fly,
Hey hey, my my
Written by Tilen Hrovatic (a.k.a. Syd Fletcher)
We are all just born to die
And we spend all of our live, wondering why,
Hey hey, my my
We live our lives, searching for gold,
because we must be rich, so we are told
And we're searching for the fortune till we are old,
And then the life is the only thing that we have sold.
The prophet is gone, but he made people think,
this is the story of Martin Luther King
And they shot him down because he didn't lie,
Hey hey, my my
And leaders speak about free nation,
but there is still sign of a segregation
And people are still colorblind,
because all they can see is just black&white.
And I hope someday they will look to the sky
and they'll find the truth and they'll open their eyes
But this will happens when pigs will fly,
Hey hey, my my
Written by Tilen Hrovatic (a.k.a. Syd Fletcher)
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