If I could teach the world to sing

In perfect harmony

I'd give them our guitars and drums

And call them Isocracy

If all we spoke were games and jokes

And funny little fantasies

We'd make you swim in burnt coleslaw

And wear tight designer jeans

In a time when peace and love is cool

And Liberals are so trendy

You think that might spark some change

Instead, we go out and buy troop tennies

Next time you got the righteous bitch

And you're so bored with your scene

Pick up the phone, a dial tone

And ring up old Isocracy

415-222-5099

Call before it's way too late