In the Mood

And the meek shall inherit the earth... We've taken care of everything The words you read, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all, all for one We work together, common sons Never need to wonder how or why We are the priests Of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers Fill the hollowed halls We are the priests Of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life Are held within our walls Look around this world we made Equality of stock in trade Come and join the brotherhood of man Oh what a wide contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the red star proudly high in hand We are the priests Of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers Fill the hollowed halls We are the priests Of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life Are held within our walls / Aw, hey now, baby, Well, I like your smile Won't you come and talk to me For a little while Well, you're making me crazy The way you roll them eyes Won't you come and sit with me I'll tell you all my lies Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight I feel I'm in the mood Hey baby, the hour is late I feel I've got to move Well, hey now, baby Don't you talk so fast I'm just trying to make these good times, I'm trying to make it last Every thing's getting hazy Now honey, where'd you go? I just want to find out, baby Where'd you learn what you know? Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight I feel I'm in the mood Hey baby, the hour is late I feel I've got to move Well, hey now, baby Said, I like your style You really got me, baby Way down deep inside Oh, you drive me crazy Baby, you're the one I just want to rock-and-roll you woman Until the night is gone Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight I feel I'm in the mood Hey baby, the hour is late I feel I've got to move

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026

Well, I see you standin' there with your finger in the air. Everything we do, you wanna leave it up to you. Who do you think you are? You think you are a star? Tryin' to run the town, always tryin' to put us down. Well, you think that you're right, You think you're out of sight. Tell me something, mister, why'd you have to make us so uptight? Well, you say you've been tryin'. You know that you're lyin'. I think you need some groovin'; who do you think you're foolin' now? Well, you better start changin', Your life needs rearrangin'. You better do some talkin', or you better do some walkin' now. Yeah, you think that you're right. You think you're out of sight. Tell me something, mister, why'd you have to make us so uptight? I know what you're doing, All that you been doin' wrong. I don't know what you're feelin', Oh, but you been feelin' long. Well, you think that you're right. Tell me something, mister, why'd you have to make us so uptight?

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025