So much going on these days forget about instinct it's not what pays Pleasure up and down my smile A carton of eggs think It's all worth while Tell me spirit what has not been done I'll rush out and do it Or are we doing it now Ah wah ah wah Fissure is the thrill of the day forget about feeling that's not what pays But you know all of this can change Remember the promise as a kid you made Ah wah ah wah We are the innovators They are the imitators Come on hey don't you know how we started We forgot about love but weren't broken hearted Ah wah ah wah ah wah ah wah Hoh hoh hoh ah hah hoh hoh hoh hah hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh ah hah hah aw Yeah yeah yeah yeah