The Power of Creation
The Power of Creation |
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| Release: His Majesty the King's Royal Circus |
| Genres: Rock, Novelty |
| Run Time: 5:22 |
| Credits: Emily Moore: Production, Guitar Dan Landry: Bass Ellie Minor: Drums |
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Lyrics
I’ve got a pencil, I’ve got
A piece of paper, I’ve got
Lots of ideas, but I’ve
Got nothing down
I have a question, do you
Maybe have the answer, maybe
If the world’s a circus,
You and I are the clowns
It’s a show of sorts
It’s a game of course
But there’s no controls
There’s no concrete goals
Nobody will do it for me
I guess I’ll do it for myself
With the power of creation
Alright
It’s the power of creation
Alright
It’s the power of creation
Alright
I think I’ll write that down
Say, I,
I’ve got a reason, I’ve got
A chance to prove myself, I
Can’t make the wrong choice, or I’ll
Lose it again
I could make anything, I
Could make decisions, but I
Don’t like responsibility
On my head
For I see the things
That others have created
Free will as a tool
Mankind is the fool
With creation comes destruction
That’s a power that is strong by itself
And with the power of creation
Alright
It’s the power of creation
Alright
It’s the power of creation
Alright
I think I’ll write that down
They’re my ideas, my
Originality is certain
Pay no attention to the
Man behind the curtain
We breed dogs without noses
And people without mouths
And friends without free time
Who can’t keep their vows
We make time and excuses
We find thousands of uses
For peanuts and paper clips
For sheep and for cows
Oh, it’s the power of creation
Alright
It’s man’s power of creation
Alright
It’s human creation
Alright
I think I’ve got it now
What if I were to, say,
Make a homunculus, something
In my own image
Then it ought to be mine
But if it paints a painting
Does that make the artist me, though?
God made man
Then did he not create Devo?
Should my creation cause destruction,
Is that any fault of myself?
It’s the power of my creation
Alright
It’s my power of creation
Alright
It’s just the power of creation
Alright
I’ve gotta, I’ve gotta
What have I created?
What have I done?
Where am I going?
Where have I gone?