I stare at the populous in prayer, I look at ‘em talking to the air I sing for ‘em, they don’t seem to hear, I cry for ‘em
Are they in outer space on a populous parade? Are they in some kind of race that I do not have the legs for? I’m not one to kill joy, but I’m just digging pro-choice Let the mamas run, am I wrong?
I saw my mama’s inheritance, stone wall unilateral descent Vultures and a piggy in a pen, I cry for ‘em
Are they all out of touch? Are they touching it too much? Are they on some kind of drug that I haven’t done enough of? I’m not one to judge, I just like to make fun of Everybody and their dog, am I wrong?
I cry for ‘em, I try for ‘em, speak my mind for ‘em, at the cry forum
Are they all out of turn? Are they ever going to learn About the fires that might burn, about the feelings that might hurt me? I’m not one to turn green, but I think I feel envy for the stony ones