Hope - The Disco Biscuits

Mellow was the world when it began

The alphabet and a master plan

Settled in the trees and growing like a vine

A delivery arriving back in time

The officer revolt walks the beat with a bang

For a millisecond and a boomerang

As they walk away singing the peace is not so strong

To turn the inside to the out and right to wrong

But silly as it is, when you can bang your head

And who needs history when time just moves ahead

As everything you want brings something else instead

A hammerhead might taste the blood

A ladybug might see the red

There was a princess, her friend the mouse, and his little cheese

And she wore these tiny slippers wear you’d think her toes were squeezed

As she smiles on a swing, glides above a flower bed

The gentle nature of a woman gives me hope to rest my head

And hope fuels generations

And hope can start your car

And hope is the root of fantasy

It’s nothing but a star

Which may be fleeting, may be bright

May keep you staring at the night

Where one might question what life will be

Quietly, I ask myself, 'Is there still hope for me?'

Hope is a generation

Bang your head in the car

And what is the root of fantasy?

Lay your bet on a star