In nineteen hundred and seventy-five

In nineteen hundred and seventy-five,
all the people rose from the countryside,
locked together hand in hand all through this unsteady land,
to move against you government man do ya' understand,
gonna roll roll roll the rock around, roll roll roll the rock around
lift the rock out of the ground

At the Battle of Forever Plains,
all my people hand in hand in hand in the rain,
the laser way won the day without one single living soul going down.
the government troops were circled in the sun gun found themselves on the run...
from our nation, the rock is raised 
no need to hide from the other side now...
transformation

call high to the constellation headquarters call high to the
most high directors 
send out the transporting systems and send out the sun finders
thirteen battalion of mind raiders three hundred master
computer killers from great platforms in the mountains
twenty mile lasers & great giant trackers... twenty miles
south now 

In 1975 all my people rose from the countryside until we
meet again and touch our hands together in another land
until we meet again & see each others minds we
three have met again and touched our hands talking of
Napoleon in the garden we will muffle the drums tomorrow mornin'
gonna roll roll roll the rock around, roll roll roll the rock around
lift the rock out of the ground