You can shake your hips You can seal your lips I can't make that trip
And all life's fears Can invade my ears I can handle it
I can laugh with a friend And remember the faces we wore at school
Making the madness And solitary sadness A friendly fool
I thought of stories They told us long ago Of how the world was a perfume garden I haven't yet learned to tame the creature there And that at least I think is something good
All across the town And across the street You could feel the heat
Let me tell you friend They can hardly wait To chain your feet
Now it's maximum joy For the men they employ To hold you down
Well I hope now you know That this isn't the bliss That you thought you'd found
Endless emptiness Endless ringing bells I couldn't show you But I hope to one day Pretty promises to teach the tender child To welcome madness every Monday
Beck and call It didn't seem to matter at all Beck and call You told us how to conquer it all Beck and call These children have nothing at all
Listening hard For the voice of a child I thought I heard an alarm bell ringing Pulled from my sleep By invisible hands The distant sound of a lady singing
