Thin White Rope Sack Full Of Silver
I've been telling you so you ought to know
What will happen unless you forego
The pulsing sun reverses the propellers
On the Cessna plane
It falls into the jungle and is swallowed by the rain
Week after week the monkeys watch the fallen sons decay
Trying to get through the windows to the
Chocolate on their face
When psychologists write a book on this
And sell it, it becomes
A cartoon animated broken wire model
Of pterodactyl bones
But I've already seen the picture, it filled me with belief
So I head into town with my sack full of silver
Which is gonna buy me grief
I've been telling you so you ought to know
What will happen unless you forego
