Really don´t mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can´t make you think.
Your sperms in the gutter your loves in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don´t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don´t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away
Im a bad dream that I just had today and you
Shake your head and say it´s a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages let them sing the song.
