Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes Gotta forgive them I guess, but whose side are you on? Driving around the old town I remember it all Dropping my lunch box and Tampax all over the hall And they said You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes You are a Satanist worshiper, oh, that's evil Think you're poet, a folksinger posing, no A volleyball player? You've got to be kidding us all So we hide from the guns On a night reconnaissance Steal flamingos and gnomes From the dark side of the lawn No one can stop us, the script is a work of genius No one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club Marion looked like hell stuck in that ridiculous shell Give us some light and God's pure love We know what you've been dreaming of Give us a light and God's pure love We know what you've been dreaming of Give us some light and God's pure love We're taking you to Hollywood, oh, Hollywood And we hide from the guns On a night reconnaissance Steal flamingos and gnomes From the dark side of the lawn One plays a socialist cokehead, could be dressed in my clothes One plays a Satanist worshiping all that's evil Ones plays a poet who starts up a band of his own One plays a volleyball player, yeah with both the wrists broke And we hide from the guns On a night reconnaissance Steal flamingos and gnomes From the dark side of the lawn And we gave them good homes Give them love they've never known In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born In the loft, in the barn, in the town where I was born © EIGHT FOOT MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com