I like it    I don't like it

Don?t really know who sent me

To raise my voice and say:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day.



I don?t know why I come here,

Knowing as I do,

What you really think of me,

What I really think of you.



For the millions in a prison,

That wealth has set apart ?

For the Christ who has not risen,

From the caverns of the heart ?



For the innermost decision,

That we cannot but obey -

For what?s left of our religion,

I lift my voice and pray:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day.



I know I said I?d meet you,

I?d meet you at the store,

But I can?t buy it, baby.

I can?t buy it anymore.



And I don?t really know who sent me,

To raise my voice and say:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day.



I don?t know why I come here,

knowing as I do,

what you really think of me,

what I really think of you.



For the innermost decision

That we cannot but obey

For what?s left of our religion

I lift my voice and pray:

May the lights in The Land of Plenty

Shine on the truth some day.