Well…
you know the reason that nobody’s pleasin’
the one who’s been freezing him out
The times are unsteady
And nobody’s ready
To sleep in a bed full of doubt
But if you wanna fool around
And run around
All over town
There’s no telling where it will end
The teachers say you gotta stay
In school just another day
And study the logical trend
So cut your hair
And never stare
At people who ain’t aware
That every morning they wake up dead
Take off your boots
And find your roots
And join the ranks of the young recruits
Who have a collective idea
Well you’ve been a-gassin’
And you been harrassing
The one who’s been passing you by
The right time for groovin’
Is always improvin’
Provided you learn to comply
Society is never geared
To people who grow a beard
Or little girls with holes in their ears
They’re liable to hunt you down
And dress you in a wedding gown
And offer substantial careers
They’ll buy you a suit of clothes
And pay to get another nose
So no one will turn you away
You’ll wear a tie
And hope to die
If any more you try to buy
From people with nothing to say
So find a loose alternative
If that’s the way you wanna live
And give up unusual friends
There’s still time to straighten out
And learn how to beat about
And make your great plan of amends
So cut your hair
And never stare
At people who ain’t aware
That every morning they wake up dead
Take off your boots
And find your roots
And join the ranks of the young recruits
who have a collective idea...
Richard & Mimi Fariña еще тексты
Оценка текста
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 1