So now you tell me you are living in a country
 where joys and freedom they can not be tried
 but alone in your mind there are so many rooms
 that you never seem to find…
 there is a room where your toolbox is waiting
 but you just never go there when you are awake
 when most of the time whatever that you look for
 you could of just sit down and make 
 so do “the right thing”. just do “the right thing”
 How can you do it if you are awake?!
 Instead I scratch my forehead like Aladdin his lamp… 

‘Cus even in Madagascar
 we’ll find some shack below radar
 put two turntables and a film projector in that room
 and punk rock ‘n’ roll most faithfully…
 It will occure-cure-cure! … cure cure cure! 

Instead [bad word] to your llittle birdfeeder
 and stick your beak in the seeds your master laid
 where did they came from? Who put them in there?
 Oh you will never know their name!
 But there is a room where bustle and merry
 and big ceremony could be going on,
 where your [bad word] talents along with birthrights
 could be dancing can-can
so do “the right thing”. just do “the right thing”
 How can you do it if you are awake?!
 Instead I scratch my forehead like Aladdin his lamp…
 ‘Cus even in Madagascar… and even in Antarctica!
 even in Azerbaijan!
 Put two turntables and a film projector in that room
 and punk rock ‘n’ roll most faithfully…
 it will occure-cure-cure! …cure! cure! cure!