Make Some Music Video (MV)

I went to a preacher, but it wasn't for me
I asked the sultans what it cost to be free
I didn't lie to Budha, for the sake of my soul
But hell i really like to make rock and roll

Give up your teaching and make some music tonight

We are the preachers of ourselves, it's inside out
Gimme all your money so i can buy my way out
There's two kind of lovin' in this mean old town
You're either shaking your tail, or begging for brown

Give up your teaching and make some music tonight

We are the keepers of the scales that tell us left from right
Make me weight your crown and be my queen tonight
Kings and fiends know what i mean, you gotta be
Mean, lean, clean a magic logic machine

Give up your teaching and make some music tonight

Now get up, be as smart as you can
Now get down, and find a good man
Now get up, teach those wise guys
Now get down, make a fortune on lies

Now these shoes are hurting, i've been walking for miles
Singing hare hallelujah, watching the pretty girls smile
I ain't got no time for a single delay
I'll be riding my pony from Utrecht to L.A

Now i've been working my ass off and my fingers to the bone
Thinking somehow i'd make it to my golden throne
Then came collectors, said you need to relax
'Cause the benefits are good if you play the sax

Give up your teaching and make some music tonight

Now get up, be as smart as you can
Now get down, and find a good man
Now get up, teach those wise guys
Now get down, make a fortune on lies