Nothing is too complicated nothing less and nothing more so then, when is and has been have swept the floors why do I sit and weep
All is purple in my universe of matter and what matters is not to me cheeky monkeys throw fruit at me from the trees of conformity so maybe this is why I weep
I watch as the poor get poorer and the rich get richer all I can do is look seeing the fishes on their hooks that's why I really weep
I can't help changing things I don't mind being poked and prodded but push me too far and I will promise you I will change history with time that is why I weep