Through the magazines glaze I’ve got a morning graze You pleased me with your empty smile Give me memories to seal Common feelings revealed I split coffee on your face And won’t care ‘bout those days My self-command had just arrived
Chorus: Turn, turn, turn you down! Turn, turn, turn! Turn you down! Yeah! Right now! Right now!
Dirty spots on my coat Sticky fingers on my throat This sample ain’t no good to me No no! Senseless tears to delay I told you I’m okay Yeah!