Flying Lizards A-train
Like dead man's shoes
They'll wear no more
Vagrants wander
To where?
What for?
Like those who moan
Have yet
to live
Some just take
Some just give
Like the weather
That won't go away
If you got the choice
Then why stay?
Like the mindless creatures Who work
each day
While learned men think
Hypocrites pray
Like politicians with schedules to keep
Bums spend their days wondering where they'll sleep
Like all great masters
Locked away in bins
Makes me wonder why I condone these sins
Do de
De doodle do
Look at me…
What do you see…
I see a girl…
A grown girl…
