Eric Burdon & War

Oooo yea. Somethin pretty bad, Has got a hold on me. Somethin pretty bad, people, Has got a

Well, Im goin up, up on Magic Mountain. Well, Im goin so high, were gonna touch the sky. Drink a little

Oh, theres one thing that Im sure, Its so proud and its so pure. And it comes from deep within,

Who is the clown? Who is the fool? Which one knows he is playing and which one is last in the game?

You hear that sound Thats the sound of little feet Running away from home Little feet are always

Sun/Moon It used to tear me apart But now it keeps me together It used to tear me apart

Oh, I was born in a dump My mama died, daddy got drunk He left me here to die or grow In the middle of

Who is the clown? Who is the fool? Which one knows he is playing and which one is last in the game?

Ive been watching you, For such a long time. I cant lose your memory, baby, Youre always on my mind.

Mother Earth is waitin for you, yes she is. She is big and shes round, And its cold way down in the

Throw away your gun, All it takes to have fun. Throw away your knife, Aint nobody got it made.

Lets go bare back ridin baby, yes. Come on baby, lets go bare back ridin right now. Hat on your head,

Pretty colors Pretty colors, in her hair Pretty colors, in her hair, ooo Pretty colors,

Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes And in the process of