Conflict Of Will

CONFLICT OF WILL

You is a riding on the tail of a perfect dove
Coinciding with the earth below the sky above
You gotta Mustang Sally in the alley, grand finale plan
Catch me if you can

CHORUS
Conflict of will, the fit is tighter still
They’re wrong, we’re right, cutting it with a knife
The air was meant to inhale, not to impale

You’re in a region where the men are men
And dogs are scared
A foreign lesion
Of which you were previously unaware
It’s a matter of opinion
Of which you should reserve the right
But is it worth the fight

CHORUS

So now you’re sailing off into the sunset again
This is entailing a shift in consciousness my friend
I like your perspective and your funkified point of view
Here’s looking at you

CHORUS