I've been accused of everything
from Timbuktu to old Berlin.
I need some armor for my flesh.
I need to stop and take a rest.
I've been wide-eyed but couldn't see.
I stand accused of being me.
I believe in politics.
I believe in everything.
I believe this world of ours is giving me adrenaline.
When I hear a baby cry,
when I see an old man die:
that's just the way it is.
Rock the shack. Rock the shack. Rock the shack. Rock the shack.
Rock the shack. Rock the shack. Rock the shack. Rock the shack.
Yeah, that's the way it is.
I took each day the way it came.
I put my future out of frame.
The signs were there for all to see:
light through our line to you and me.
My hand laid on my beating breast,
I swear to you I'll pass this test.
I'll walk one hundred thousand miles;
ignore the judges 'til my trial.
It might try.
I believe in politics.
I believe in everything.
I believe this world of ours is just a den of vice and sin,
but even on the darkest night
we could reach for the light,
and we could get it right.
Get it right. Get it right. Get it right. Get it right.
Get it right. Get it right. Get it right. Get it right.
(We could get it right.)
I believe in politics.
I believe in everything.
I believe this world of ours is giving me adrenaline.
Ten thousand years ago,
crawling on the floor;
well, get up, Jack,
it's time to rock the shack.
Rock the shack. Rock the shack. Rock the shack. Rock the shack.
Rock the shack. Rock the shack. Rock the shack. Rock the shack.
It's time to get up.
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