An upbeat, downbeat song about the dichotomy of life.
We’re up, we’re down.
Ony one foot on the ground.
We’re happy, were sad.
In-between we’re all quite mad.
We’re open, we’re shut.
The mouth is no place for your foot.
Human nature is running.
Running out of steam.
There’s only one thing for it.
Vacate to your dream.
We’re hip. We’re square.
Tangled up in each other’s hair.
We’re weak, we’re strong.
We don’t know when we’ve got it wrong.
We’re in, we’re out.
We’re not sure what it’s all about.
Human nature is running.
Running out of steam.
There’s only one thing for it.
Vacate to your dream.
We’re this, we’re that.
bouncing like a ball of a bat.
We’re lost, we’re found.
The world keeps spinning around, and around and around and around.
We’re fixed, we’re broke.
Some mad god’s idea of a joke.
Human nature is running.
Running out of steam.
There’s only one thing for it.
Vacate to your dream.
Vacate, vacate, vacate, vacate
We’re bought, we’re sold.
We don’t know how to grow old.
We don’t know, how, don’t know how.
We’re hard, we’re soft.
I think we left our brains in the loft.
We left our brains.
We’re rich, we’re poor.
We can only get one foot in the door.
Only one foot.
Human nature is running.
Running out of steam.
There’s only one thing for it.
Vacate to your dream.
Vacate, vacate, vacate, vacate
We’re up. We’re up. We’re down. We’re down.
Ony one foot on the ground.
Only one foot, just the one foot.
We’re happy, We’re happy, We’re sad. We’re sad.
In-between we’re all quite mad.
We’re all quite mad.
We’re open. We’re open. We’re shut. We’re shut.
The mouth is no place for your foot.
Don’t put your foot in your mouth.
We’re hip. We’re hip. We’re square. We’re square.
Tangled up in each other’s hair.
All tangled up.
We’re weak. We’re weak. We’re strong. We’re strong.
We don’t know when we’ve got it wrong.
We don’t know when. We don’t know when.
Laurence Wilson