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O.C.O.E. (Official Cat Of The Eighties)

You were such a prophet back in '63
You had all the answers
You became the first to set the children free
But nothing lasts forever, does it
Time goes on and dreams, they wash away
You traded in your karma for the 70's
Searching for a meaning
You rented out your land up in Monterey
Livin' for the city
Disco nights, you’d swing, and wonder why
O.C.O.E. — you got charisma
O.C.O.E. — you fit the picture
Somewhere in the netherworld of cons and scams
Lives a lost messiah
Rushin' to the future and runnin' from the past
Intent on getting higher
So knocked out, so real, a hopeless jag
So knocked out, so real, a hopeless jag