Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup They slither while they pass They slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind Possessing and caressing me
Feed the babies Who don't have enough to eat Shoe the children With no shoes on their feet House the people Livin' in the street Oh, oh, there's a solution
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future
Sleep is my drug….my bed is my dealer and my alarm clock is the police.