Once every now and then
in every town across the land
a boy would feel the rythm of his friends


and accasionally
this kid would grab a microphone and speak

(alittle-somethin'like)




every single day I pray for god
he listened once he listened twice
then he wasnt sure

and in the distant field I just feel the same
like being in my box
of black again



once there isn't much to tell
this boy would be a monkey man
to be tossed around wherever he went


but eventually
he would find a way to set himself free



every single day I would pray for god
he listened once he listened twice
then he wasnt sure

and in the distant field I just feel the same
like being in my box
like being in
sane