Lyrics

Angels and demons clashing daily, stealing conversations in thin air. Crossing their bows at nearby targets without regard to who, what, why or where. Stir the pot until it’s all unsettled. Doesn’t matter if it’s fake or little. Have it all. Have it all. Highways and byways all a ‘twitter, logic and respect in disrepair, voices divided preach abundance while casting promises like vaporware. Agitating while the sheep are counted. Hallowed and harrowed ‘til the cows come home. Have it all. Have it all. The best of times; the worst of times – oh oh. Fanfare of warfare slipping sliding, and leaders have come out of their minds. What’s good for the goose is lost on the gander as all for one is one, and one is mine, have it all. Have it all. Have it all. The best of times; the worst of times – oh oh.