text: We wont sell to your company
  We wont sell to your company
  We wont sell to your company, tsch
  Destiny, destiny, protect me from the world
  Destiny, hold my hand, protect me from the world
  Here we are, with our running and confusion
  And I dont see no confusion anywhere
  And if the world does turn, and if London burns
  Ill be standing on the beach with my guitar
  I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
  Anyone can play guitar and they wont be a nothing anymore
  Grow my hair
  Grow my hair, I am Jim Morrison
  If I grow my hair
  So maybe I could become Jim Morrison
  Fat, ugly, dead
  Here we are, with our running and confusion
  And I dont see no confusion anywhere
  ANYWHERE!
  Ah!
  Ah!
  Ah!
  AND if the world does turn, and if London burns
  Ill be standing on the beach with my guitar
  I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven
  Anyone can play guitar and they wont be a nothing anymore