So now you tell me we are living in a country
Where joys and freedom they can not be tried
But alone in your mind there are so many rooms
That you never seem to find
There is a room where your toolbox is waiting
But you just never go when you are awake
When most of the time whatever that you look for
You could of just sit down and make
So do the right thing, just do the right thing
How can you do it while you are awake?!
Instead I scratch my forehead like Aladdin his lamp
Because even in Madagascar-dagascar
We'll find some shack below radar
Put two turntables and a film projector in that room
And punk rock 'n' roll most faithfully
It will occure-cure-cure! Cure cure cure!
Instead you run to your little birdfeeder
And stick your beak in the seeds your master's laid
Where did they come from? Who put them in there?
Oh, you will never know their name!
But there is a room where bustle and merry
And big ceremony could be going on
Where your true talents along with birthrights
Could be dancing can-can
So do the right thing, just do the right thing
How can you do it while you are awake?!
Instead I scratch my forehead like Aladdin his lamp
Because even in Madagascar
We'll find some shack below radar
And even in Antarctica!
And even in Azerbaijan!
Put two turntables and a film projector in that room
And punk rock 'n' roll most faithfully
It will occure-cure-cure! Cure! Cure! Cure!
And sewing machine too!