I know that I should think about giving And think about Helping out And think about Think about living But I can't seem to rescue myself
What about my bank account And my holy desert shield That keep me dry under that arms? Flags and mental jewelry's all I know And they keep me happy and warm inside
So I said unto this man "Who are you and where do you come from?" And he proceeded to tell me many things
But I said nothing at all
For the flower in the corner, by the room, In the window, and the sun Said it all
At least they said they would Said they could Mama said they would Do me good
