Muzick Is Magic! - Kevin Max

Millions of people

Circle this space

With nothing to placate them

Except their neighbors disgrace

Out in the Middle East

Their bombing oil fields & camels

& In the marketplace

Their beheading for the cameras

Where will all of us go

When we’ve all gone away

Will there be a hell to visit

Or a heaven I pray?

Turn on the microphone

Yeah

Wave it all around

(and you’ll be glad you did)

Turn on the microphone

Yeah

turn on the microphone

(now sing into it)

down in the city

tolks are begging for food

And out in the suburbs

They still worship the tube

In the private sectors

theres an invisible wall

when they send in the drones man

They’ll be immune to it all

Turn on the microphone

Yeah

Turn on the microphone

now sing into it

Turn on the microphone

Yeah

Turn on the microphone

music is magic

Turn on the microphone

Yeah

Wave it all around

And you’ll be glad you did

Turn on the microphone

Yeah

Throw your heart in it now

Everyone feel the kick (music is magic)

Karaoake, jazz fest

Rock arena, gospel tent (say no to radio)

Stadium, palladium

Backyard party, radio

Bedroom, school gym

Interactive Internet

De-stresser Everest

In your doubtful wilderness (say no to radio)

music is magic so magical is music

music is magical so magical my musical

music is magical so magical my musical