Dear God, hope You got the letter And I pray You can make it better down here I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer But all the people that
My heart is taken, it's not lost in space And I don't want to see your moony moony face I say, why on earth do you revolve around me? Aren't you aware
It frightens me when you come to mind The day you dropped in the shopping line And my heart beats faster when I think of all the signs All the signs
I've been praying all the weeks through At home, at work and on the bus I've been praying, I can keep you And to earn enough for us I can take humiliation
Orange and lemon raincoats Roll and tumble together Just liked fruit tipped from a tray Pineapple wet heads Watch new hairdos crumble As scenery, sunlight
1000 umbrellas Upturned couldn't catch all the rain That drained out of my head When you said we were Over and over I cried Till I floated downstream
From pools of xylophone clear From caves of memory I saw the children at heart That we once used to be Borne on foaming seahorse herd Compose with trumpeting
Fire they cried So evil must die And yields are good So men pull back hoods and smile The scapegoat blood spilled Spittled and grilled It crackled and
I can't hold you down, if you want to fly Can't you see I'm all broke up inside? Well, just you use your two X Ray eyes Hurt like Kryptonite, put me
It's your big day, your big day So you want to tie the knot Tie it tight, don't let it rot The memory of this day Are you deafened by the bells Could
Meet you in a secret place Scuffling in the dirt, I wait Whistle will blow, whistle will blow Share a joke, the laughs on me When I get you on your own
The man who sailed around his soul From East to West, from pole to pole With ego as his drunken Captain Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in
Fire they cried So evil must die And yields are good So men pull back hoods and smile The scapegoat blood spilled Spittled and grilled it crackled and
Laying on the grass My heart it flares like fire The way you slap my face Just fills me with desire You play hard to get 'Cause you're teacher's pet
Season cycle moving round and round Pushing life up from a cold dead ground (It's growing green, it's growing green) Well, darling, don't you ever stop
Drowning here in summer?s cauldron under mats of flower lava Please don?t pull me out, this is how I would want to go Breathing in the boiling butter,
