Yeah Yeah Yeah!
I aim at the first one who'll dare to stand still
Oh Lord, you're tension is making me ill
You've got no friends in your home, you
You can't go: Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi- talanted strip,
Will gather round you with coke and pain
The trees, ain
The seeds, I had no thought about
No, Yeah Yeah Yeah

Don
It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Don

Take
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined on desolation 15
They
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Bust
They ain
One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died
The rebound, Yeah Yeah Yeah

Don
It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Don

Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns likeI would rather heal your wounds, now hear the dark gun punching out, that I may love you
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah