We ride on avenues so wide
No one notices the slide
Down from Burbank to Van Nuys
And you say the stakes are small
Nothing matters after all
Just diversion and delight
You’re all right
You’re all right
In a world where nothing’s wrong
You’re alright
We got wonder of the soul
We got hunger we all know
We got gaping bullet holes
And you say it’s all okay
Just a preference of the taste
We can make up as we go
You’re all right (sugar lies)
You’re all right (hypnotized)
In a world where nothing’s wrong
You’re all right
You got style baby
That’s enough maybe
If there’s nothing black or white
Sugar sugar…
You’re all right
[Eskelin/McKelvey]
