Green Slice - The Flock

In an ocean of frustration

Sails the ancient freedom boat

Sailor man of wonder

On his island quite remote

Truth the ship of oneness

In her stormy sea of doubt

Dawn of rain bowed fancy

Beacons to young men of the night

Dancing lady of temptation

Pull the shade and douse the light

Truth can only wonder

A ray of hope is shining bright

Warriors of the outside

Begin their pagan hostile dance

Mystics of hypocrisy

They’re the sad ones and they put

Themselves out in a deep trance

Truth can only wonder

If this world makes any sense

Warriors of the outside

Begin their pagan hostile dance

Mystics of hypocrisy

They’re the ones who put the

Sad ones in their trance

Truth can only wonder

If this world makes any sense