Drink up
Oh what a time to be alive
Come on down for anything you like
We'll speak easy
Have a good time
Don't you worry about anything outside
It'll work itself out
It'll work itself out
It'll work itself out
It'll work itself out
It'll work itself out
It'll work itself
The time has come
You can hear the drum
From a distance but they grow closer everyday
If we could listen I don't think we'd turn away
They speak of greatness from their past
Age of information that won't last
Yet they cling on and call it war
Final days just as before
You know well
It'll work itself out
It'll work itself out
It'll work itself out
It's burning
It won't work itself out
No it won't work itself out
It won't work itself out
Get back
Get back
What sort of greatness
Tell me of this greatness you speak about
Get back
Get back
What sort of racist
Tell me of this racist agenda
It won't work itself out
It won't work itself out
It won't work itself out
It won't work itself out
The time has come
You can hear the drum
From a distance but they grow closer everyday
If we could listen I don't think we'd turn away