DESCRIPTION:
Hometown Prophets

Harry, it all goes pear-shaped and life is hardly a gas.
Harry, insanity is approaching critical mass.
Everyone's laughing. Oh! Let them laugh, let them laugh.
Wasting their laughter, having fun on your behalf.

You stand apart from it all, you're ahead of your time
and the chorus of voices echoing the party line.

This place is hallucinations, gasoline-stations. Oh! What a drag!
Imagination, change of location. Let's pack a bag.
Everyone's screaming. Oh! Let them scream, let them scream.
Argumentation's hailing down as you float upstream.

You stand apart from it all, you're ahead of your time
and the chorus of voices echoing the party line.

Oh, Harry! It is bad when it slides out of view.
Now you're glad you could see it from a bird's point of view.

'Cause all truth passes three stages when it's proposed.
First ridiculed, second it's violently opposed.
Third it's accepted as being self-evident.
Soon it's reflected in people's advice and consent.

Now you're a part of it all, you're a head of your time
and the chorus of voices echoing the party line.

Oh, Harry! Did you turn? Or did the world follow you?
Oh, Harry! Is there hope for hometown prophets like you?

Now you're a part of it all, you're a head of your time
and the chorus of voices echoing the party line.