Текст песни The Cat Empire - Manifesto/Rhythm Interlude (Medley)
One, two, three, four
Hmm-mm
A-we believe in the grass, in the trees
We support living life 'cause life is short
We uphold, sky of blue, sun of gold
We maintain, on sunny days all sadness and pain be relieved
We believe
The breeze blows the leaves in the gypsy king's court
We support
Food and wine, song and thought and when the night gets cold
We uphold, the following rules that I'll sing to you all
We believe in melody, and harmony, and all things sweet
We sing a yum-a-yum-chum to the moon and the sun
And the rumble of the drums and the big fat beat
We believe in the ace up the sleeve
And we shine our gold teeth at the cats in the alleys
A flame on a match that the wind can't catch
And when the bad guys attack the empire strikes back
Hmm
We promote long roads and sensible superstition
A bald-headed eagle sent us out on a mission
In the middle of the desert, on a serious expedition
We be fishin', we be fishin', we be fishin', we be fishin'
Out some bone dry grooves from our imbue
And some windy salty lyrics from the south to you
Warm licks from the north, and a vibe from you
Takin' all o' this and putting it together
We be makin', we be makin', we be makin', we be makin' a stew
Food for thought, short burst of inspiration and truth
We don't listen to anybody telling us what to do
'Cause we choose, we choose, we choose, we choose
We choose rockin' grooves, rockin' beats, rockin' moves
Rockin' the, rockin' do, rockin' me, rockin' you
Rockin' he, he too, rockin' her, her too
Rockin' you, rockin' you
(Uhm-na-na)
We believe in melody, and harmony, and all things sweet
We sing a yum-a-yum-chum to the moon and the sun
And the rumble of the drums and the big fat beat
We believe in the ace up the sleeve
And we shine our gold teeth at the cats in the alleys
A flame on a match that the wind can't catch
And when the bad guys attack, the empire strikes back
Hey! Ho!
Hey! Ho!
Hey! Ho!
Hey! Ho!
Wow!
We believe in melody, and harmony, and all things sweet
We sing a yum-a-yum-chum to the moon and the sun
And the rumble of the drums and the big fat beat
We believe in the ace up the sleeve
And we shine our gold teeth at the cats in the alleys
A flame on a match that the wind can't catch
And when the bad guys, attack the empire strikes back
Lie-e-lie-lie
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lie-e-lie-lie
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lie-e-lie-lie
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lie-e-lie-lie
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lie-e-lie-lie
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lie-e-lie-lie
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lie-e-lie-lie
