"Sometimes I wish people would wake up and smell the roses
Somebody once said, "those who feel it, know it"
Somehow in this "zoo" new world order, something old is lost
But at what cost, at what cost?
I wish people would wake up and smell the roses
Somebody once said, "those who feel it, they know it"
Those who feel it, they know it
Somehow in this new world order, something is lost
But at what cost, at what cost?
The people they don't know
They don't know who they are
I don't understand it
The people they don't know who they are
And I don't understand it
As I stand accused, who cares if Jesus was black or white?
Or if the worl