I know that I should think about giving

and think about

helping out

and think about

think about living

but I can't seem to rescue myself

what about my bank account

and my holy desert shield

that keep me dry under that arms?

flags and mental jewelry's all I know

and they keep me happy and warm inside

so I said unto this man

"who are you and where do you come from?"

and he proceeded to tell me many things

but I said nothing at all

for the flower in the corner, by the room,

in the window, and the sun

said it all

at least they said they would

said they could

mama said they would

do me good