Pushing through the market square So many mothers sighing News had just come over We had five years left to cry in News guy wept and told us Earth was really dying Cried so much his face was wet Then I knew he wasn't lying I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies I saw boys, and toys, electric irons, and TVs My brain hurt like a warehouse I had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to stuff everything in there
We are the fat-skinny people We are the tall-short people We are all the nobody people We're all somebody...
A girl my age went off her head Hit some tiny children If the black hadn't pulled her off Well, I think she would have killed them A soldier with a broken arm Fixed his stare in the wheels of a Cadillac A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest And a queer threw up at the sight of that I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor Drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine I didn't think you'd know you're in my song And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor And I thought of Ma and I want to get back there Your face, your race, the way that you talk I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We've got five years What a surprise We've got five years Stuck on my eyes We've got five years My brain hurts a lot We've got five years That's all we've got
We've got five years What a surprise We've got five years Stuck on my eyes We've got five years Well, my brain hurts a lot We've got five years That's all we've got