Pushing thru the market square so many mothers sighing News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies I saw boys, toys electric irons and T.V.'s My brain hurt like a warehouse
it had no room to spare I had to cram so many things
to store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed the
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheel of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest and a queer threw up at the sight of that I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine
don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot We've got five years, that's all we've got
good find mate, they don't write songs like they used to eh
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