Nation to nation 
All the world  [bad word] together 
Face the problems 
That we see 
Then maybe somehow we can work it out 
I asked my neighbor 
For a favor 
She said later 
What [bad word] of 
All the people 
Have we lost love 
Of what it’s about 

I have to find my peace cuz 
No one seems 
To let me be 
False prophets cry of doom 
What are the possibilities 
I told my brother 
There’ll be problems, 
Times and tears for fears, 
We must live each day 
Like it’s the last 

Go with it 
Go with it 
Jam 
It ain’t too much stuff 
It ain’t too much 
It ain’t too much for me to 
Jam 
It ain’t 
It ain’t too much stuff 
It ain’t 
It ain’t too much for me 

The world keeps changing 
Rearranging minds 
And thoughts 
Predictions fly of doom 
The baby boom  [bad word] of age 
We’ll work it out 

I told my brothers 
Don’t you ask me 
For no favors 
I’m conditioned by 
The system 
Don’t you talk to me 
Don’t scream and shout 

She pray to god, to buddha 
Then she sings a 
Talmud song 
Confusions contradict 
Themselves 
Do we know right 
From wrong 
I just want you to 
Recognize me 
In the temple 
You can’t hurt me 
I found peace 
Within myself 

Go with it 
Go with it 
Jam 
It ain’t 
It ain’t too much stuff 
It ain’t too much 
It ain’t too much for me to 
Jam 
It ain’t 
It ain’t too much stuff 
It ain’t 
It ain’t too much for me to 
Jam 
It ain’t too much stuff 
It ain’t too much 
It ain’t too much for me to 
Jam 
It ain’t 
It ain’t too much stuff 
It ain’t 
It ain’t too much for me to