those who are faithful and im giving up entirely. and i know that its time for this kid to grow up. to be the tree of a seed once planted the sun is
from inside the mind And everything else is just accessories That is my recipe for life, invest in me I want my lady here tonight caressin' me Now you can pay me in this
this marry go round We seem respent(?) We call it progress We seen this all before When all said is done, Leave cups on the floors We set sail with
With our charts all full of emptiness We're sailing towards nothingness Here's the irony In all this foolery We are calling it progress Is there After
