| 作词 : Franti, Kravitz, Storch, Tyler | |
| 'ya know one day the indigenous people of the | |
| Earth are gonna reclaim what's righfully | |
| There's.' | |
| 'really? uh oh!' | |
| Lose your mind misplace your mind | |
| Forgot you even had a mind | |
| 'cause someone told you it's impossible | |
| To change your mind | |
| A friend of mine made it to twenty-five | |
| We had a celebration 'man i'm glad that you're alive' | |
| I'm happy to see my man you're beatin' the odds | |
| And for this on this day we give thanks to the gods | |
| 'cause everyone deserves a shot except you only get one | |
| I hope it's not through the head my son. | |
| 'cause life is short when you're afraid to die. | |
| Life is hard when you're afraid to cry. | |
| But when i feel alone i sing myself a song | |
| Because wherever i lay a groove is my home. | |
| (chorus) | |
| But can you see me in the desert? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me on the mountain? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in the ocean? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| I'm just splishin' and splashin' | |
| And jumpin' in the sand! | |
| (repeat) | |
| But he remembered memories of walkin' | |
| Through the puddles | |
| Sayin' 'gee dad, am i the one who's wanted by | |
| The federal government doesn't want me | |
| To go to school | |
| I ask too many questions | |
| And i don't play by their rules. | |
| In school they tried to tall me | |
| That a rock is not alive | |
| But i have seen a volcano growin' up and die | |
| In school they tried to tell me | |
| That a tree it couldn't feel | |
| But i have felt a tree and it was bleeding for real | |
| In school they tried to tell | |
| Me animals couldn't talk | |
| But they can understand it when a dog starts to bark | |
| In school they tried to tell me | |
| Man doesn't have a soul | |
| 'whet happened to his' i say 'cause mine is | |
| Still whole!' | |
| (chorus) | |
| (bridge) | |
| 'can you see me?' | |
| 'can you see me?' | |
| The reoccuring dream of life's imprisonment | |
| The reoccuring scream of a world and it's residents | |
| The reoccuring theme of a mind full of finger prints | |
| The reoccuring dream of a knife and a president | |
| Well would you like to look at madonna's book on sex? | |
| Or would you rather alex haley's book on malcolm x? | |
| Their fuckin' with ice t but they don't even care if | |
| Eric clapton's singin' i shot the sherriff! | |
| But how many more books on this subject can i read | |
| And how many more frustrations must i try to ease | |
| End how many more days of this bad air can i breathe | |
| And how many more of my friends must just die and leave | |
| But you can't diffuse the ticking time bomb | |
| You can't refuse the time it has come | |
| You can't erase our people from the nation | |
| I'll take a life before they call us 'the lost generation' | |
| (chorus) | |
| Can you see me in africa? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in asia? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in australia? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Aotearoa? western samoa? eskimoa? | |
| Can you see me in the white house? | |
| No you can't! | |
| Can you see me on the radio? | |
| Hell no! | |
| Can you see me with the police? | |
| In handcuffs? | |
| Splishin',splashin',jumpin' in the sand. |
| zuo ci : Franti, Kravitz, Storch, Tyler | |
| ' ya know one day the indigenous people of the | |
| Earth are gonna reclaim what' s righfully | |
| There' s.' | |
| ' really? uh oh!' | |
| Lose your mind misplace your mind | |
| Forgot you even had a mind | |
| ' cause someone told you it' s impossible | |
| To change your mind | |
| A friend of mine made it to twentyfive | |
| We had a celebration ' man i' m glad that you' re alive' | |
| I' m happy to see my man you' re beatin' the odds | |
| And for this on this day we give thanks to the gods | |
| ' cause everyone deserves a shot except you only get one | |
| I hope it' s not through the head my son. | |
| ' cause life is short when you' re afraid to die. | |
| Life is hard when you' re afraid to cry. | |
| But when i feel alone i sing myself a song | |
| Because wherever i lay a groove is my home. | |
| chorus | |
| But can you see me in the desert? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me on the mountain? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in the ocean? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| I' m just splishin' and splashin' | |
| And jumpin' in the sand! | |
| repeat | |
| But he remembered memories of walkin' | |
| Through the puddles | |
| Sayin' ' gee dad, am i the one who' s wanted by | |
| The federal government doesn' t want me | |
| To go to school | |
| I ask too many questions | |
| And i don' t play by their rules. | |
| In school they tried to tall me | |
| That a rock is not alive | |
| But i have seen a volcano growin' up and die | |
| In school they tried to tell me | |
| That a tree it couldn' t feel | |
| But i have felt a tree and it was bleeding for real | |
| In school they tried to tell | |
| Me animals couldn' t talk | |
| But they can understand it when a dog starts to bark | |
| In school they tried to tell me | |
| Man doesn' t have a soul | |
| ' whet happened to his' i say ' cause mine is | |
| Still whole!' | |
| chorus | |
| bridge | |
| ' can you see me?' | |
| ' can you see me?' | |
| The reoccuring dream of life' s imprisonment | |
| The reoccuring scream of a world and it' s residents | |
| The reoccuring theme of a mind full of finger prints | |
| The reoccuring dream of a knife and a president | |
| Well would you like to look at madonna' s book on sex? | |
| Or would you rather alex haley' s book on malcolm x? | |
| Their fuckin' with ice t but they don' t even care if | |
| Eric clapton' s singin' i shot the sherriff! | |
| But how many more books on this subject can i read | |
| And how many more frustrations must i try to ease | |
| End how many more days of this bad air can i breathe | |
| And how many more of my friends must just die and leave | |
| But you can' t diffuse the ticking time bomb | |
| You can' t refuse the time it has come | |
| You can' t erase our people from the nation | |
| I' ll take a life before they call us ' the lost generation' | |
| chorus | |
| Can you see me in africa? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in asia? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in australia? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Aotearoa? western samoa? eskimoa? | |
| Can you see me in the white house? | |
| No you can' t! | |
| Can you see me on the radio? | |
| Hell no! | |
| Can you see me with the police? | |
| In handcuffs? | |
| Splishin', splashin', jumpin' in the sand. |
| zuò cí : Franti, Kravitz, Storch, Tyler | |
| ' ya know one day the indigenous people of the | |
| Earth are gonna reclaim what' s righfully | |
| There' s.' | |
| ' really? uh oh!' | |
| Lose your mind misplace your mind | |
| Forgot you even had a mind | |
| ' cause someone told you it' s impossible | |
| To change your mind | |
| A friend of mine made it to twentyfive | |
| We had a celebration ' man i' m glad that you' re alive' | |
| I' m happy to see my man you' re beatin' the odds | |
| And for this on this day we give thanks to the gods | |
| ' cause everyone deserves a shot except you only get one | |
| I hope it' s not through the head my son. | |
| ' cause life is short when you' re afraid to die. | |
| Life is hard when you' re afraid to cry. | |
| But when i feel alone i sing myself a song | |
| Because wherever i lay a groove is my home. | |
| chorus | |
| But can you see me in the desert? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me on the mountain? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in the ocean? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| I' m just splishin' and splashin' | |
| And jumpin' in the sand! | |
| repeat | |
| But he remembered memories of walkin' | |
| Through the puddles | |
| Sayin' ' gee dad, am i the one who' s wanted by | |
| The federal government doesn' t want me | |
| To go to school | |
| I ask too many questions | |
| And i don' t play by their rules. | |
| In school they tried to tall me | |
| That a rock is not alive | |
| But i have seen a volcano growin' up and die | |
| In school they tried to tell me | |
| That a tree it couldn' t feel | |
| But i have felt a tree and it was bleeding for real | |
| In school they tried to tell | |
| Me animals couldn' t talk | |
| But they can understand it when a dog starts to bark | |
| In school they tried to tell me | |
| Man doesn' t have a soul | |
| ' whet happened to his' i say ' cause mine is | |
| Still whole!' | |
| chorus | |
| bridge | |
| ' can you see me?' | |
| ' can you see me?' | |
| The reoccuring dream of life' s imprisonment | |
| The reoccuring scream of a world and it' s residents | |
| The reoccuring theme of a mind full of finger prints | |
| The reoccuring dream of a knife and a president | |
| Well would you like to look at madonna' s book on sex? | |
| Or would you rather alex haley' s book on malcolm x? | |
| Their fuckin' with ice t but they don' t even care if | |
| Eric clapton' s singin' i shot the sherriff! | |
| But how many more books on this subject can i read | |
| And how many more frustrations must i try to ease | |
| End how many more days of this bad air can i breathe | |
| And how many more of my friends must just die and leave | |
| But you can' t diffuse the ticking time bomb | |
| You can' t refuse the time it has come | |
| You can' t erase our people from the nation | |
| I' ll take a life before they call us ' the lost generation' | |
| chorus | |
| Can you see me in africa? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in asia? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Can you see me in australia? | |
| Of course you can! | |
| Aotearoa? western samoa? eskimoa? | |
| Can you see me in the white house? | |
| No you can' t! | |
| Can you see me on the radio? | |
| Hell no! | |
| Can you see me with the police? | |
| In handcuffs? | |
| Splishin', splashin', jumpin' in the sand. |
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