Futures Lyrics

Someday, they'll give us back the choice
Choice of a true life, world and deeds
Someday they'll give us back our laws
Someday the human rights will lead
Look through the glass onion
People climbing up the wall
Freeing minds, stories and thinkers
All over the world you can
0nly draw it with your soul
Cos' it can't be done with a gun:
Futures
Futures

Someday, they'll give us back our words
Language of child, bees, light and trees
...No more Panama or religion death trip.
Someday they'll give us back our lungs
Lungs of mother nature's fields
Look through the glass onion
People tagging on the wall
Freeing minds, stories and teachers
All over the world you can
Only draw it with your soul
Cos' it won't be done with a bomb:
Futures
Futures

Eighty five well-off are raising the wall

Look through the glass onion
People climbing up the wall
Freeing minds, stories and thinkers
All over the world you can
Qnly draw it with your soul
Cos' it oan't be done with a gun:
Futures
Look through the glass onion
People climbing up the wall
Freeing minds, stories and c**tures
All over the world you can
Only draw it with your soul
Cos' it won't be done with a bomb:
Futures
Eighty five well-off are raising the wall
Eighty five well-off are raising the wall