To Be Treated - Terry Reid

Oh we are who we are when in danger

And we are as we stand head in hand

When a friend brings to light

On a cold silver knife

You can stare your fate right into his hands

Into his hands

Oh we are what we are when we’ll name to

Be the soul-owning guardians of lands

And there’s always advice

On a cold winter’s night

That your dreams are just an island in the sand

Way out in the sand

Don’t it seem so strange

How it just don’t change

Things just stay the same

As they’ve always been

Some of us are out to win

And some others are out just to aim

Out just to aim

Oh we are what we are when we’re praying

In our own way of seeking some light

May the mission bell still ring

Of the colorful dreams

In the faith that everyone will be treated right

Will be treated right on a cold, cold night

Will be treated right in a hopeless fight

Will be treated right, will be treated right

On a cold, cold, cold night

Will be treated right