Dec 08, 2007 09:34
When are you going to come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up for you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This girls too young to be singing the blues..
So goodbye yellowbrick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the hallowed old owl in the woods
Hunting the horney backed toads
I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellowbrick road...
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty of me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground.