No mental coma,
no metaphoric sprint,
no inherited burdens,
just be yourself,
hang on
the compass needle points out north.

No hide away,
don’t you recognise the southern cross?
Hang in there,
take a rest – you’re the best.
Man, you’re a son of a gun
get it right and make my day.

Sometimes you gotta chose
whether you run away or you run after
Sometimes you gotta chose
whether you’re the gun or the bullet.
You gotta make the decision
between acting or being acted

coma coma
all come along
coma coma
it won’t be long
come on
just switched on the futures plan.

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