Tuesday, 22 April 2008

The Child is Father to the Man

(with thanks to I'LTV and Paul Simon)

The mama pyjama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the papa found out
He began to shout
And he started the investigation
It's against the law!
It was against the law.
What the mama saw
It was against the law!

The mama looks down
And spit on the ground
Everytime my name gets mentioned
The papa said “Oy! If I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him
In the house of detention”

Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going

I'm on my way
I'm taking my time

But I don't know where



Thirty Years Later...


Paraphernalia
Never hides your broken bones

And I don't know why
You want to try
Mm, mm, mm,
It's plain to see you're on your own

Oh, I ain't blind, no, no
Some folks are crazy
Others walk that borderline
Watch what you're doing
Taking downers
To get off to sleep
And ups to start you on your way
After a while they'll change your style
Mm, mm, mm,
I see it happen every day

Oh, spare your heart
Everything put together
Sooner or later falls apart.

There's nothing to it, nothing to it.
You can cry,
You can lie
For all the good it'll do you
You can die

But when it's done
And the police come,
And they lay you down for dead
Oooh, oooh, oooh,
Just remember what I said



2 comments:

I, still, ♥ the views said...

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what's all that about then? some secret message. . . (it used to happen to dave all the time, actually)(blogger seems to think it some sort of server-side scripting in the comment box)

:-)

Donn said...

I'm more of a
"One man's ceiling is another man's floor.
deedlee deedlee deedlee deedlee
dunnannannana
deedlee deedlee deedlee deedlee
dunnannannana"