O.C.O.E. (OFFICIAL CUT OF THE EIGHTIES)
You were such a prophet back in '63
You had all the answers
You became the first to set the children free
But nothing lasts forever
time goes on,and dreams,they wash away
You traded in your karma for the 70's
Searching for the meaning
You rented out your land up in Monterey
Livin' for the city
Disco nights you'd swing and wander why
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O.C.O.E. You got charisma
O.C.O.E. You fit the pictur
Somewhere in the netherworld of cons and scams
Lives a lost messiah
Rushin' to the future and runnin' from the past
Intent on getting higher
So knocked out,so real,a hopeless jag
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So knocked out,so real,a hopeless jag
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