marshes, bushes Hard concrete marsh. Oh, come away, come away This art calls in the passionate heart Ah, summer days the daze slip away Like our father's souls
Please reach off this tarnished hour Drink peace again only for my own Brave season lost in love The brilliant branches touching all Warm branches touch
Inside, Inside my mind Feelings thought evolution left behind Look out at the shattered weeping billions Destroyers of your own civilization Look out
I'm so gentle Gentle and Cute Don't want to hurt ya But I got the noose The painting is running Picasso is dead Your Pollack is dry now While expression
I've seen it all before Turn your life in for gold It reaches down to my soul The taste of dust and devil This is the sign of my time The sound of children
Old King cole was a merry old soul Yes a merry old soul was he Kick it on down, Kick in on down Kick it Pelham 1, 2, 3 No one gets out, No one gets
You think ya know but you don't know Where I'm goin' , Man I don't care Life's a bitch, and I'm sick of it The arm is out, and I'm gonna hit Drivin'
