They call him crazy and they call him fool They greet his name with ridicule He says things that they don't like But don't dismiss mr. icke
Let them curse and let them blow They do not know what they do not know They truth is like a lightening strike But don't dismiss mr. icke
Before the protests fled your throat Take a look at the book he wrote It won't take up much of your time It could change your life or even your mind His taste in tracksuits may be bland And the wisdom may outweigh the man And his predictions may be shite But don't dismiss mr. icke
I'm not saying he's the king And he himself claims no such thing He said we all are points of light And you know what, I think he's right So friends and neighbours far and near Don't be swayed by lies and smears Let them call him what they like But don't dismiss mr. icke
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