Trapped on a treadmill, always spinning your wheels.
Buried deep in bills, under someone else’s heels.
Stuck in dong again
On the wrong end of them backroom deals.
Scrappin’ and scrapin’ at the bottom for crumbs;
Like there was no escapin’ and nowhere left to run;
Like the ‘dog-eat-dogs’ ruled and the spirit was beat;
Like sanity was fooled and facin’ certain defeat;
At the mercy of sharks on a dark, stark and turbulent sea.
(Somethin’ was missin from me…)

Balled and chained, alone again, left out of the fold.
Rejected, disrespected, disconnected from the whole.
Reelin’ from the feelin’
That just fendin’ for yourself would never hold no water.
Well there off their bonkers if they think we can’t see
This ‘divide and conquer’ doesn’t really have to be.
Let’s flood the hallow halls where the sacred laws are wrote;
Knock down the walls that keep us separate and remote;
Looks like we’re all in the same stinking, same sinking boat.

[CHORUS] I think we better…
Get back together, it’s all we got now.
Check out the weather, it’s gettin’ hot now..
It’s now or never, throw in your lot now.
Stick together, ’cause all I got now is you!

Seems like the real test is when the bubble bursts.
Seems like we’re at our best when things are at their worse.
Seems like we shine
In the darkest of times like we were under some curse.
Well seize the hour, turn back the tide;
We have the power, it’s right here inside.
The future’s bought and sold, we have no where else to go;
We’re left out in the cold, where only lonely winds blow.
Pick up your oars and row, it’s time to get this show back on the road.

[CHORUS]

Words & Music by:
C. Michael Stout
July, 2000