Can of Worms - Smokey Bastard

We were six, we were innocents

They kettled us in with Christ on a crucifix

Spoke of end of days, renouncing all our wicked ways

The price you pay to turn away

Still time to be saved

We were stars in a distant past

Recycled, reused and renewed as ourselves by chance

Exploded, ripped and torn, coagulated and reformed

Against the odds to be reborn at all

Stand tall

Keep your wits about you

We won’t promise eternity

But there’s nowhere that I’d want to be

If I’m not free to leave

Pete was right when he said:

«It's just not enough to keep the mind alive»