I am surely crazy Only an unrepentant pessimist Whose thoughts should be detained But facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime And they're not religion
Blood is a river, flowing darkly amidst the tangled roots Of the tall shining city, crazy flowing man tide migrations Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken
I see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym He's telling people how they're supposed to live Nobody's listening to the politician No matter what sage
Yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care And you have to pass a test for to make it there It has something to do with the road that's straight
Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket And your pants will start on fire One bird in the hand or two birds in the bush Neither do you any good
: Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket And your pants will start on fire One bird in the hand, or two birds in the bush Neither do you
: There's the image of a man Who commands a high opinion And he hides his hatred with a sheepish grin And beside him flanking closely Are the boisterous
: Blood is a river, Flowing darkly amidst the tangled roots of the tall shining city Crazy flowing mantide migrations Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken
: Yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care And you have to pass a test for to make it there It has something to do with a road that'
: I had a dream of Unity Where we would work side by side But today I see that it's only me Just trying to get by Sometimes we strive, undeterred
: Long ago in a dusty village full of hunger, pain and strife a man came forth with a vision of truth and the way to a better life he was convinced he
: A loose cannon on your shoulder You've got a strawberry on your hips And you've got some phantasmical images And you've got, you've got your rich
I am surely crazy Only an unrepentant pessimist whose thoughts should be detained But facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime And they're not religion
: I see a white haired man, he's got a suit on hand He's telling people how they're supposed to live Nobody's listening to the politician No matter
I had a dream of Unity Where we would work side by side But today I see that it's only me Just trying to get by Sometimes we strive, undeterred
A loose cannon on your shoulder You've got a strawberry on your hips And you've got some phantasmical images And you've got, you've got your rich
There's the image of a man Who commands a high opinion And he hides his hatred with a sheepish grin And beside him flanking closely Are the boisterous
