Men Without Hats Where The Wild Go
I know a forest and a stream
Where the wild go
When there's nowhere left to dream
Unlearn everything you have been told
Make a wide turn
In the land of green and gold
And I like to play those games
I like, I like to play those games
I know a little babbling brook
Where the wild go
When there's nowhere left to look
Unlearn everything you need to know
Make a wise turn
In the land of green and gold
And I like to play those games
And I like, I like to play those games
Not thinking
Why do all the weak ones never know
What is happening to them
And why do all the strong ones always grow
Into stronger illusions
'Cause here we are
And all we have to show for it
Is total confusion
Maybe we should end it all
And start all over again
And I like to play those games
And I like, I like to play those games
Not thinking
Why do all the weak ones never know
What is happening to them
And why do all the strong ones always grow
Into stronger illusions
'Cause here we are
And all we have to show for it
Is total confusion
Maybe we should end it all
And start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again
Start all over again (again)
Start all over again, again, again (again)
