Muscled, black with steel green eye Swishing through the rye grass With thoughts of mouse and apple pie Tail balancing at half-mast And the mouse police
Colors, I've none dark or light, red, white or blue Cold is my touch freezing Summons by name, I am the overseer over you Overseer Given this command
I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way-lamp Down to the river And tonight flies a better moon Sad water
I remember when we had a lot of things to do Impressed by all the words we read And the heroes that we knew Climb on to your dream A dream of our own
I gonna lose my way tomorrow Gonna give away my car I'd take you along with me But you would not go so far Don't see what I do not wanna see You don'
Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you. Given this command
A small cigar can change the world I know, I've done it frequently at parties Where I've won all the guests' attention With my generosity and suave gentlemanly
I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel Driving gray satanic mills and weaving sad stories And faceless masters, oh, they pay me plenty Crumbs
I count the hours, you count the days Together, we count the minutes in this Passion Play Walk dusty miles and I ride that train On a first class ticket
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I'll make love to you in all good places Under black mountains in open spaces By deep brown rivers, oh, that slither darkly Through far marches where
Flying made of sticks and paper aeroplane Dying is the wind but climbing my aeroplane Blowing and going somewhere high In the evening tumbling down But
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Nobody sees her here, her eyes are slowly closing If she should want some peace, she sits there Without moving and puts a pillow over the phone And if
We saw the heavens break and all the world go down to sleep And rocks on mossy banks, drip acid rain from craggy steeps Saw fiery angels kiss the dawn
Wet wind on the sidewalk, I'm starin' at the rain Walkin' up the street, yeah and walkin' down again And my feet are tired and my brain is numb See that
Sitting on a park bench Eying up little girls with bad intent Snots running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung Drying
Met a man just the other day Said, his name was Jim, boy, won't you take a look Got a car for you it's a real steal Cleaned it right down new brakes,
