Out Oyster Lyrics

Out Oyster lyrics

This one's authentic,
son of a gun,
a soundtrack from China
in
the universal tongue....
The world is our oyster
to plunder at
will
though the palats is jaded
by all but the thrill
of fish
out of water,
life in the raw...
Without understanding
of what
life's worth fighting for.
Out of universal language
some stuff never
translates -
the reports come in clusters
but for words it's too
late...
Six o'clock entertainment,
tears of anguish and rage...
in the zoos of the media
the spirit of moment is caged.
There's
only one language
the whole world comprehends,
there's only one
message
as the darkness descends...
do you still have a question
or do you retract?
There's a whole world of difference
between the
observer and the act.
They're playing world music
in Tiananmen
Square.
They're playing world music
in Tiananmen Square.
The
whistle of bullets in the air.