Inner Peace Songtext
von Popes of Chillitown

I need peace and quiet
I don′t wanna have to justify it, listen to me riot
Figuring out my problems on my own
At the expense of the rest of the world
I want freedom, but only for me
'Cause the problems of humanity are getting far too much for me
Tell me why can′t you see
That I just need to breathe?

Talking about original sin
Way back when in the garden it all kicked off
Where was your God?
When they kicked the doors in (where were the Christians?)

Talking about original sin
Way back when in the garden it all kicked off
Where was your God?
When they kicked the doors in, where were the Christians?
Where were the Christians?


Irrespective of inadequate design
Up and up we climb
Up and up we climb
Hanging on to the truths that we cling to
Sell or save our souls on the way through

And we don't look back, no retrospection
Yeah we all just relax, its self-deception
And the old folks say "They've got it easier these days"

So much for socialism
We′ve evolved to erode and dissolve any single last notion of it
Stoicism′s gone missing
Replaced with we-know-it-all-ism
And it shows

So much for socialism
We're controlled and patrolled
Enrolled in our own individual prisons
Pragmatism is a futile mission
In a stagnant vision
Of a world where we don′t listen


Can you imagine
World wide famine
Bears with no salmon
Just bad men with cannons?
And barren lands and rivers from the Nile to the Shannon?
Sounds incredible?
Shit happens

One, two
One two three
Hey kids, let's do some colouring in
Get the pens get the paper
Have a gander at some war-time hand to hand propaganda
Before it′s too late to indoctrinate
We gotta teach them to hate
As soon as they're capable
Realise when we dropped the A-bomb was wrong, so wrong
(I don′t get it)

Can you imagine
World wide famine
Bears with no salmon
Just bad men with cannons?
And barren lands and rivers from the Nile to the Shannon?
Sounds incredible?

Can you imagine
Worldwide famine
Bears with no salmon
Just bad men with cannons?
And barren lands and rivers from the Nile to the Shannon?
Sounds incredible?

Ooooh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Hurry up and push the button
Hurry up and push the button
Hurry up and push the button
Hurry up, hurry up

Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up

No genie for Aladdin
Could fix the fact the Jasmine's a has-been
A was-been, caught up in the cross fire of a war
Which when examined, could easily have been abandoned
Let alone avoided
Shit happens