Doc Jazz S.o.s.
Help me get out of here
I need to get out of here
Out of the night
S.O.S.
I need a volunteer
Who knows the way out of here
Towards the light
Where there's no recognition
No chance to save the day
No fruits from your ambition
No way to have your say
The grass is always greener
Words to explain away
On this side of this fence
The best you'll ever get is hay
Where there's an institution
They call democracy
But to your own conclusion
It's just hypocrisy
Subtle is exclusion
If based on your ID
I'm tired of this illusion
I want another world to see
