Pothead Little Magnus
Lay your head down my friend,tell me your sad story
It's obvious in your eyes,with the long pause and a
Sigh
Then the words began to flow,she told me I'd never
Know
"People like you will never grow 'cause people like
You don't have the means"
Amelda's palace garden grows,she sits and watches
So sad
She thinks of her consumer goods,She thinks of what
Her peers respect
She said,"People like them they're all the same,
People like them they'll never change.Not like
People like us, you see,people with landed quality"
What kind of world do we live in at all,when we all
Know that we live together and we die together and
We lie together and we cry together
We're all just the same
Little Magnus goes to church,he sits while folding
His hands
He thinks of how god must look,he thinks that god
Must look like him
He's told,"God has chosen us specialities,because of
What we believe.People like them they'll never tell
'Cause people like them are bound for hell."
What kind of world do we live in at all,when we all
Know that we live together and we die together and
We lie together and we cry together
We're all just the same
