People Are People

People are people so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully

So we're different colours
And we're different creeds
And different people have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I never even met you
So what could I have done

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand

People are people so why should it be...

Help me understand
Help me understand

Now you're punching and you're kicking
And you're shouting at me
I'm relying on your common decency
So far it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fist

I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand





Personal Jesus

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus...

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus...
Reach out and touch faith




Pipeline

Get out the crane
Construction time again
What is it this time
We're laying on a pipeline

Let the beads of sweat flow
Until the ends have met, though
It could take a long time
Working on a pipeline

Taking from the greedy, giving to the needy

On this golden day
Work's been sent our way
That could last a lifetime
Working on a pipeline

From the heart of the land
To the mouth of the man
Must reach him sometime
We're laying on a pipeline

Taking from the greedy, giving to the needy





Photographic (Photographic Pictures)

A white house, a white room
The program of today
Light's on, switch on
Your eyes are far away
The map represents you
And the tape is your voice
Follow all along you
Till you recognize the choice

I take pictures, photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room

I said I'd write a letter
But I newer got the time
And I'm looking to the day
I mesmerize at night
The years I spent just thinking
Of a moment we both knew
A second past like in empty room
It seems it can't be true

Bright light, dark room




Policy Of Truth

You had something to hide
Should have hidden it, shouldn't you
Now you're not satisfied
With what you're being put through
It's just time to pay the price
For not listening to advice
And deciding in your youth
On the policy of truth

Things could be so different now
It used to be so civilised
You will always wonder how
It could have been if you'd only lied
It's too late to change events
It's time to face the consequence
For delivering the proof
In the policy of truth

Never again
Is what you swore
The time before
Never again
Is what you swore
The time before

Now you're standing there tongue tied
You'd better learn your lesson well
Hide what you have to hide
And tell what you have to tell
You'll see your problems multiplied
If you continually decide
To faithfully pursue
The policy of truth

Never again...




Puppets

Ooh that feeling, head is reeling
You think you're in control
But you don't know me, babe
I can move you, I can soothe you
I can take you places in a different way
And I don't think you understand
What I'm trying to say
I'll be your operator, baby
I'm in control

Watch your action, close reaction
And everything you're thinking, babe,
Inside your head
Conversation, my creation
Nothing that you do, you do unless I said
And you don't know the concequences
Of the things you say
I'll be your operator, baby
I'm in control

And all the things you try to do, babe
And all the words we said before
And only partof what I started, baby
And you can't stop me anymore
 

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