Girl Get a Hold of Yourself - The First Edition

Did you ever get a feeling of dread?

That everything they’re saying’s not all that they’ve said

Why do they want to take us to war, yeah

Why do they wanna put us in a government’s war?

There’s all this fighting and we don’t know what for

So the rich get richer and the poor stay poor

Did you ever get a feeling of dread?

That everything they’re saying’s not all that they’ve said

Poisoning the earth and the ground

So, death comes swift it never makes a sound

The air is filled with carbon monoxide choke

On the diesel black clouds and the billowing smoke

Why do people fight over religion and politics

I’ve spent most of my life trying to figure it

Out yeah, yeah, yeah it may be a question that

Never gets answered it may result in some kind

Of final disaster and oh, what a shame it would

Be but it would set the world free

Did you ever get a feeling of dread?

That everything they’re saying’s not all that they’ve said

Did you ever get a feeling of dread?

That everything they’re saying’s not all that they’ve said

Did you ever get a feeling of dread?

That everything they’re saying’s not all that they’ve said

Did you ever get a feeling of dread?

That everything they’re saying’s not all that they’ve said

All that they’ve said, oh, yeah