They talk and walk of nothing
I've known many restless summers, the sand dunes I imagine
A place without a postcard
Flower people were so beautiful but straight and loud's the way
Good luck the beatnik spirit
The talk of politicians,
The sentences of cynics are the sentences of childhood

They're all talking shit to me

Out-talked by the mass media, to pay the bills it lies
And the lies we eat with breakfast
Brave faces face the board room, the oak stained walls
Fall silent, they leave lined with defeat
And they got those tears in their eyes

Well it makes no sense to me

When we danced, when we danced
All the night, all the night
You saw me, I looked right
I was the one with my head in the cloud
Up and down, round and round

Why don't they understand we're so ordinary too
I saw the exits closing now
Pain and passion's my point of view
Well there's nothing but the truth

I've seen men that have been marked out, ruled out by grim assassins
They fell hard on instant replay
And I'm never going there, well the place I see is so much better
Cause it makes no sense to me

I saw the exits closing now
Burning mountians, burning paper, burning all around and later
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