Words and Music by Kevin Max

Millions of people
Circle this space
With nothing to placate them
Except their neighbors disgrace

Out in the Middle East
Their bombing oil fields & camels
& In the marketplace
Their beheading for the cameras

Where will all of us go
When we’ve all gone away
Will there be a hell to visit
Or a heaven I pray?

Turn on the microphone
Yeah
Wave it all around
( and you’ll be glad you did )
Turn on the microphone
Yeah
turn on the microphone
( now sing into it )

down in the city
tolks are begging for food
And out in the suburbs
They still worship the tube

In the private sectors
theres an invisible wall
when they send in the drones man
They’ll be immune to it all

Turn on the microphone
Yeah
Turn on the microphone
now sing into it
Turn on the microphone
Yeah
Turn on the microphone
music is magic

Turn on the microphone
Yeah
Wave it all around
And you’ll be glad you did
Turn on the microphone
Yeah
Throw your heart in it now
Everyone feel the kick ( music is magic )

Karaoake, jazz fest
Rock arena, gospel tent ( say no to radio )
Stadium, palladium
Backyard party, radio

Bedroom, school gym
Interactive Internet
De-stresser Everest
In your doubtful wilderness ( say no to radio )
music is magic so magical is music
music is magical so magical my musical
music is magical so magical my musical