i don't mean to critize, but your useless organs

make me forget all my favourite songs

i was born with only one working ear to

hear what you say is an exercise in futility.

i don't know, do you understand me?

we are on the same side

it might not be right

but we have enough sad songs

in our knapsack to tide us over

but sir, there is hardly room in this

sleeping bag. fajita for all the songs

i call my own and the heart of you and me

yeah, my heart is made of glass and before that -

sand and before that my heart was a stone.