Well there's plenty competition amongst the prophets today They're sayin' "doom, doom, doom!" They got another apocalypse comin' our way! Sayin' "gloom, gloom, gloom!" Yeah, there're plenty on the dock sayin' "my ship comin' in now Soon soon soon" There's plenty throwin' elbows and steppin' on toes They yellin' "room room room" And nothing drive people crazy like people drive people crazy... We got Plenty to get over Plenty to get around Plenty to get through Private property or community? What do you choose? Scarcity or infinity? Choose, choose, choose We got the tools, the toys, the medicine, and poison What do you brew? Got to brew that potion carefully Brew, brew, brew And nothing drive people crazy like people drive people crazy... Modulation or stagnation, is ours to choose Choose, choose, choose Play along with the drama-rama-tragi-comic cosmic tune Do be do Rhythm be I, melody be you You, you, you One we cry One we croon Croon And nothing drive people crazy like people drive... (And we're already crazy.) We got plenty to go over... plenty to go around, plenty to go through