There is a World hoodled in expectactions
There is a mother alone with a child
There is a man wearing boots and a cashmir coat
With a latch its carefuly combined
I am divine of seeing nothing
And shaking my down in my shoes
My hounds are lone ones and ones in between
There ain't one of us that refused
Everyone is shouting
Everyone is screaming
Everyone got something to say
But I don't know of things
Except the flowers in spring
And everybody gotta go some day
There's a course of scrubbed up virgins
There's a father whos playing it stright
There is a man with a game and a book full of names
That gets his name as a cause and addicted
Everyone is shouting
Everyone is screaming
Everyone got something to say
Byt I don't know of things
Except that Elvis is King
And everybody gotta go someday
Everyone is shouting
Everyone is screaming
Everyone got something to say
But I don't know of things
Except little bird sings
And everybody gotta go some day