George



One so sad, feeling's painful

You can't deny, there is no peace

Is no love, milk-toasted love

Ain't no velvet glove



You were the child of some electric nightmare

And you could move mountains, the swords of fire

They keep you around to watch their house of gold

Keep the hungry away from the sacred grove



You were holy and you made me wonder how

But you looked like a devil who would sieze and shake you down

On the hopes of a tyrant

No one makes it over



There is no peace

Is no love, a milk-toasted love

Ain't no velvet glove