Everybody likes me

They think i'm crazy

Pull my string and i do my thing.







Two steps back







I don't need the acid factories

I've got mushrooms in the fields

Julian* said "how was the gear?"

They don't sell things to you over there

A cigarette goes out when you put it down.







Two steps back







Had a look at the free festivals

They're like cinemas with no films

You could make a fire with the seats

You could boil up some cigar [cig-ah!] dimps







Or get into the sound

Wait for the ice cream to come around.







Two steps back

Two doors down







I meet my old friends there

They queue up for cash there

They are part irish

They have no conscience

They get threatened by the cracker factory.







Two steps back







Cracker factory:

A place where you get into the working routine again.

Rehabs for no hopes

Prefab for jobless dopes.