Feel after time
I have to flush away the blues
you give me with your soul
your so negative
why ask me why is always you
was it not me
that told you so
what is wrong with you
You are like an IBM
It has to be so clear
work out the ******* maths
is that what you want
sorry I say that so clear
I can not be
what you want me to be
for I am the man
ticket to the moon
and I am a groundhog
sniff around
as I lay dying
still, the seasons of this world go around
as in my memory


B U T  Fu ckin  Pull that chain.