Jelly   Words by Laurel Christie Music by Ecstatic Copyright© 2001 Ecstatic Everyone was sitting around a table... A spotlight shown on no one in particular... but somehow, somewhere, All connected were we, Just dying to show our cards to get to see, who stands out most peculiar, who rises in a sexual swell, that pools and well beneath our restless feet.   What I can't decide who steps to the left or the right... who will walk or who keeps running... I don't believe it!   There's a buzz in the air, of the changing of the guard... and the hardest part is still coming... I must receive it!   And you open up your heart, but the plastic melts, the brain is a pocket full of mold... And we all must eat it!   What I can't decide who steps to the left or the right... who will walk or who keeps running... I don't believe it!   I raised that flag up, and watched my spirit move I raise that flag, while you come running down.   Like a bird who chews on its worm... Like a bee who steals from the flower... Some of us live closed, in a diseased state, choke on power, Power, more POWER! And, we have died over and over again and learn but one thing... The same REAL truths go out to you... and You.. and YOU!   What I can't decide who steps to the left or the right... who will walk or who keeps running... I don't believe it!   There's a buzz in the air, of the changing of the guard... and the hardest part is still coming... I must receive it!   And you open up your heart, but the plastic melts, the brain is a pocket full of mold... And we all must eat it!   What I can't decide who steps to the left or the right... who will walk or who keeps running... I don't believe it!   I raised that flag up, and watched my spirit move I raise that flag, while you come running down.   Don't blame me...I'm only the actor in this play What are you after?...Judging each and every day I live in the average...you live on the fringe   I raise my flag up and turned to face my homeland, Now, whose turn to be afraid of Merry Old England? I raised that flag up, it was all I could do, I raised my hand... And I salute you   All are born with a colored tag... a permanent record... an imprinted ID.. of  GAY, STRAIGHT, ARISTROCRAT, PROPHET, TRANSVESTITE, BIGOT whatever IT is that WE want to SEE You can shoot... or stand way back... And shout! "LIBERAL, IF THAT'S YOUR ONLY INSULT... So let it be! You have got me THINKING!"