Shayla worked in a factory.
She wasn't history.
She's just a number.
One day she gets her final pay and she goes far away.
Green trees call to me.
I am free but life is so cheap.
Scenery is still outside of me.
All alone, trapped by its beauty.
Shayla turned to run away, to leave in peace and end her stay.
Years of fear were in her way.
Lost in space and down she came.
Suddenly some subtle entity, some cosmic energy, brushed her like shadows.
Down here we stop to wonder.
Cars on the freeway.
Bright lights and thunder.have you run into the human race
have you run into the world
have you run into the system
and I raise the white flag
and I raise the white flag
and that's the way
I prefer... flagellation!
have you run into your head
have you run into your balls
have you run into the human condition
and I raise the white flag
and I raise the white flag
and that's the way
I prefer... flagellation!
I prefer
flagellation!