??? friend
It's the chainstore that's so elegant
Holding me to thinking that I never found my way
Look here, another day to stray your blues away
When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn?
Let the fugitives and revelries on the perfume of a pig
The birds will drink your wine and leave their souls behind
With love

Well it was only yesteryear when life was just a souvenir
Wrapped up in the night shade of an endless sunrise
What can you say or do? The saints are filthy too
So collect your worldly jewels, pack them on the shackled mules
And head out to that everlasting secret jubilee!!
There'll be a place for us to hang our anchors on