Michael Franti & Spearhead

What Happens Next

Michael Franti & Spearhead


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All of us are winners and all are beginners 
All of us are sinners and head spinners 
Some are fatter and some are thinners 
Some are thieves some are dentists 
And inventors, typesetters, trend setters, translators of lost tongues 
Spoken words and beating drums in the head and in the sun 

Beating from the chest of the proud 
Guerrilla tactics and pick up the crowd 
Pick a boom or thunder cloud 
Play the bass and play it loud 

(Chorus) 
Cause you can never tell what happens next 
Every minute of your life you better be your best 
People like you are above the rest 
Never stop just hold your breath 
Cause you can never tell what happens next 
Every minute of your life you better be your best 
People like you are above the rest 
Never stop just hold your breath 
When the beat sounds great for the big sound through the day 

Everything I see is all us for me mentality is this society 
I did it my way so that makes it OK 
Who gives a damn what the ancestors say 
Tomorrow won't be here anyway 
Run away life's just a matinee 
The world around is in such a disarray 
I'm on a holiday so I can't communicate 
I'll be chewin a plate on Sandro Pae a rollin' Chevrolet on the milky way 
OK OK then doomsday 
OK OK OK OK 

Some people only want to sample some silly pop songs 
I look around me and they're making dough 
What's wrong with that if you need to know 
Your actions are all you can own 
You can only take what you call home 
(chorus) 

People in the front if you wanna bump say 
Don't stop til the Mardi gras 
Pople in the back if you wanna clap say 
Don't stop til the Mardi gras 
People in the middle if you wanna wiggle say 
Don't stop til the Mardi gras 
People in the side if you wanna glide say 
Don't stop til the Mardi gras 

Commericalism conservatism has risen to an all time high 
You wonder why there is suicide or wonder why they're drivin' by 
Have to think back walking bare foot in the grass 
now I'm walking with my toes in the glass 
Three strikes used to be a baseball class 
Now its twenty five years on your ass 
But in the spring time a different thing a time 
All of a sudden like a push of a button