About this planet,
   there is something I know 
   There's a very big difference
   between above and below 
   A friend foe, or bro,
   leave your body on the floor 
   Let your spirit fly away
   like the soul of a crow 
   
   Here, above land, man has laid his plan 
   And yes, it does include the Ku Klux Klan 
   We got a government so twisted and bent 
   Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent 
   We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution 
   Tension, aggravation, L. Ron Hubbard solution 
   Not to mention hard-core chemical pollution 
   If you think you're just away,
   you're in a mental institution 
   And that's a heart felt shame 
   'Cause everyone's crazy, everyone's the same 
   So, why should only Larry,
   Curly and Moe be to blame? 
   
   Time now to take you to a different place 
   Where peace lovin' whales
   flow through liquid outer space 
   A groovin' and a gliddin' as graceful as lace 
   A never losing touch with the ocean's embrace 
   Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none 
   'Cause dolphins just-a like to have a lot of fun 
   No one tells 'em how their life is run 
   And no one points at them with a gun 
   They have a lot of love for every living creature 
   The smile of a dolphin is a built in feature 
   They be movin' in schools but everyone's the teacher 
   Someday mister dolphin, I know I'm go'n to meet you 
   
   Back to the land of the police man 
   Where he does whatever he says he can 
   Including hating you because you're a Jew 
   Or beating black ass, that's nothing new 
   Trigger happy cops, they just like to brawl 
   They use guns, clubs, gas, but that's not all 
   They got puke, ridden prisons and sex sick jails 
   Fuck the poor, if you're rich you pay the bail 
   So support your police, support your local wars 
   That's the way to open economic doors 
   Why do we do it? 'Cause the president's a whore 
   We assume the position to sell the ammunition 
   What the fuck? It's the american tradition 
   Along with going fishin' apple pies in the kitchen 
   Isn't it bitchin' seeing dead men in ditches?