Uncommercial Song

Chopper/jones/Partis/Prosser/Telfer)

the sun goes up, the sun goes back down

the nightmare face is still a mad clown

don't get up close, a big mistake

you see the skull beneath the make-up

maybe he don't know right from wrong

maybe he don't know what we're here for

maybe it's time to sing along

this is an uncommercial song

he's got transgenic birds, transgenic bees

patent rights that grow on your trees

strange corn, the seed's no good

you can tell he isn't selling health-food

maybe he don't know right from wrong

maybe he don't know what we're here for

maybe it's time to sing along

this is an uncommercial

this is an uncommercial song

and the tears roll down his face

the tears roll down his face

the deserts will not be denied

small nations wash away at high tide

hurricanes become familiar

clown jokes - this one'll kill ya

the forest's gone, the fields are salt now

we must be mad, it can't be our fault

clowns are fun and clowns ore clever

you'd think a smile could last for ever

you'd think a smile would last forever

maybe we don't know right from wrong

maybe we don't know writ we're here for

maybe it's time to sing along

maybe we don't know right from wrong

maybe we don't know what we're here for

maybe it's time to sing this song

this is an uncommercial

this is an uncommercial song