Lyrics

Mister, this is your land Nature at your command Singers singing nothing much at all Children this is your chance Don't let them make you think all you have to do is dance.... Guru this is your guiding light here Ah where will the birds sing? Where will they sing, sing now Where will the birds sing? White man this is your sin Woman was there ever a beginning? Speakers speaking nothing much at all Ah! Where will the birds sing? Where will they sing now Where will the birds sing? Preacher this is your God Good people this is your blood Useless decorations all over the place Where will the birds sing? They say no no no no Speakers speaking nothing much at all Singers singing nothing much at all Where will the birds sing? Children this is your chance Don't let them make you think all you have to do is dance