and think about
 helping out
 and think about
 think about living
 but I can't seem to rescue myself
 what about my bank account
 and my holy desert shield
 that keep me dry under that arms?
 flags and mental jewelry's all I know
 and they keep me happy and warm inside
 so I said unto this man
 "who are you and where do you come from?"
 and he proceeded to tell me many things
 but I said nothing at all
 for the flower in the corner, by the room,
 in the window, and the sun
 said it all
 at least they said they would
 said they could
 mama said they would
 do me good