this has no meaning, it's a song
this isn't the first of many but it's plenty
i can't compete, i can't complete
i can't do what i am told, it's gets old
there's too much pressure to fit in
too much it's so over-barring, always staring
say goodbye to what you are
to what you know, it's all about to go
a life worth less than zero, 1, 2, 3
everyone wake up on 1, 2, 3
there's too much pressure to fit in
too much it's so over-barring, always staring
it's all a big elaborate hoax
the joke is so overrated, complicated
you got away from me
just this time but not the next time
there is no meaning to this songWritten by Ian Bairnson
Well I've talked to the wind and I've listened to rain
I have climbed to the clouds and I've cried out with pain
This life is for living so come to my side
And open your heart … to the call of the wild
We are all of one nation, all of one creed
We are all out of nature, all of one seed
We are in this together, man, woman and child
So open your heart to the call of the wild
We talk the same language in different tongues
We're somebody's daughters and somebody's sons
But those who believe we are head of the chain
May wake up to find we are all that remain
There is no need to fear what we don't understand
For we breathe the same air and we walk the same land
The strong and the anxious, the meek and the mild
All dance to the drum… that's the call of the wild