(Harry)nWhoah nUp up and down from the country to the town nFrom the streets to the city from the sky to the ground nin the alleyways nWhen the mad noise sound we be looking nBut still we haven't found what we're looking for nFor all of our days. Searching out prophets nIn this great big haze nOf consumers, banks and commercial shit nand most of the people they sit nnWhen think this is living a part of their lives nBut if this is living then our lives are in strife nBut now we be searching, searching for some space nThat's right we be in the search for the mother place. nn(Felix) nAnd when we get there by land or by sea nBy climbing up a mountain or swinging through some trees nOn arrival we'll get a sense of the place nAnd we'll feel it in the air and the smiles on our face will grow nWhen the living does begin nWhen the banks they are burning nAnd the mobiles don't ring no more nRadiation will cease nWe'll be lying outside nDrinking brews in the heat nnAnd at this destination we'll be doing what we want nAnd not because it's fashion but because it's our response nAnd we'll write and we'll read and we'll work and feed nAnd won't need nothing from society 'cause i'm free nn(Harry) nAnd if you want we could write a post nHowever those with the noise find that it's far nBetter to search for a better living nBetter to be alive than waiting for an ending nand some might say nn(Felix) nThat place don't exist nIt's something that you're dreaming nIt's something that you wish nn(Harry) nReply is simple nwe'll say it to begin with n(both) nIf we don't find a place nThen we'll make it right here nCause we're rhyming for a reason nWe plan 'cause we can nAnd we we didn't ask for permission nAnd we enter with a bang nAnd the empire saying nEveryone should have a face nThat's why we be in the search nFor the mother place.