Текст песни Manifesto / Rhythm Interlude (Medley) - The Cat Empire

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 (eh eh, eh ehv)
The breeze blows the leaves in the gypsy king 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
Flame on a match
That the wind can't catch
And when the bad guys attack
The empire strikes back
We promote long words in 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'
As I'm on dry grooves from our imbue
Where some windy salty lyrics from the south to new...
Warm licks form 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 verse 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' through rockin' me rockin' you
Rockin' he, he too rockin' her, her too
Rockin' you rockin' you (um 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
Flame on the match
That the wind can't catch
And when the bad guys attack
The empire strikes back
(Oowoah!)
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
Flame on a match
That the wind can't catch
And when the bad guys attack
The empire strikes back