Flash it back to 1999. Take it from Prince, back when he went by Prince. "If you didn't come to party, don't bother knocking at my door." Shake it, go for the splits, fly into a raging guitar solo, demolish the fret board. But don't ruin your hips, take care of your hips, keep your hips loose. Get the knots out.
The sad of the world can be sad if they want to, or have to. It's sad. Sad as hell. Sad is all around, sad this, sad that. Sad 'til midnight, sad 'til dawn, sad 'til we're all dead and gone.
The groans and moans of humans, hear it in the distance, it will fade away to nothing. Dig the seasons of our lives. Dig in, our time is now, and the days after now. America ain't gone for good, keep it real. Keep it loose and hippy.