The country is scaring me right now
Too much acrimony, too much schism
Folks rushing around too fast
Too much violence
Make the best of it
Make it better
Make the best of it
Make it better
Too many folks want you to be just like them
Would’n’t it be a boring world if everybody
was just like them?
thought the same
worshipped the same
Loved the same music
Danced the same
Had the same color skin
Wouldn’t it be a boring world
if everybody was just like them?
Too many folks want to make everybody
into a clone, as if we had millions of robots
identical robots stalking around
from East to West, from North to South
Well, make the best of it
No, make it better
Lift your voice
Lift your voice
Lift your voice to the deafening wind
Nothing is impossible
The universe is all about change
So make the best of it
No, make it better
Stand up, stand up
Stand up, even to a hostile mob
stand up
Confront hatred with love
Confront rigidity with the opposite
Stand up, stand up
Lift your voice to the deafening wind
Nothing is impossible
The universe is all about change
Make the best of it
Make it better