set aside the scruples in the strategies of strain
I woke up and walked a million miles today
foot on the pedal, never ever false metal
Blues and grays won't make the change
Come on over, do the twist, aha
All our times have come, here but now they're gone
So wipe off the frown and turn around and face each other
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo
Give me a breeze that's long-winded
I won't be burned by the reflection of the fire in your eyes