Intro
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind,
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Chorus
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah.
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah!
To divide this cockeyed world in two,
Throw your pride to one side, it's the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.
Chorus
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Good sense, innocence, cripplin' mankind,
Dead kings, many things I can't define.
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Chorus
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
In..cense and pepper..mints..
In..cense and pepper..mints
Sha la la...Sha la la...Sha la la...Sha la la(x2)(Fade.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.