What's on their minds, the left behinds, of the great society?
The plastic's all melted and the chrome is too soft. You know what I mean. Theres nothing left really, just a few breadcrumbs of ignorance lapping up the mind crimes icing. To think that this is what the world has come to, a registered trademark for misfortune and brutality. We all need a little but of motherly love, forget about the brotherly and otherly love, motherly love is just the thing for you, because you know your mother's going to love you 'till you don't know what to do.
We just need to be true to oursleves. Wake up and break free from that curse your sisters cheese puff put on you, look out the window, its a bright sunny day, children's laughter is filling the air, a toadstool shaman-frog greets your presence. Check out the river to your right, I think its made of truth, yep it is. I'm going to stay here and absorb truth with these friendly gnomes, you can stay with me if you wish, if not you should call me around 9 pm friday, I'll wait by the phone. This truth really hits the spot, spot? that's a strange word, as is fanny. Come to think of it every word is strange if you think about it long enough, sort of like people made of creamed cheese.
That swirling wind grabbed me and took me to a problem free world that consists mostly of the remaining contents of America's youth, feel that. I think I'll just hang here, no phone though, send me a telepathic fax (upside down?).
Sincerely,
The Newt Colonies of The Tomorrow People
try to sleep at night
We just need to be true to oursleves. Wake up and break free from that curse your sisters cheese puff put on you, look out the window, its a bright sunny day, children's laughter is filling the air, a toadstool shaman-frog greets your presence. Check out the river to your right, I think its made of truth, yep it is. I'm going to stay here and absorb truth with these friendly gnomes, you can stay with me if you wish, if not you should call me around 9 pm friday, I'll wait by the phone. This truth really hits the spot, spot? that's a strange word, as is fanny. Come to think of it every word is strange if you think about it long enough, sort of like people made of creamed cheese.
That swirling wind grabbed me and took me to a problem free world that consists mostly of the remaining contents of America's youth, feel that. I think I'll just hang here, no phone though, send me a telepathic fax (upside down?).
Sincerely,
The Newt Colonies of The Tomorrow People
try to sleep at night