I’m going to rent myself a house (I’m going to occupy a prison cell)
In the shade of the freeway (in my cell block down the hall from the infirmary)
Gonna pack my lunch in the morning (Gonna eat three slops before my nightly flop)
And go to work each day (And go join the community in the prison yard)
And when the evening rolls around
I’ll go on home and lay my body down (back to my bunk)
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I’ll get up and do it again
Amen.
Say it again
Amen.
I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring ( we hoped to him love would bring)
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening? (of some deeper darkening?)
I’ve been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it’s the wink of an eye
When the morning light comes streaming in
You’ll get up and do it again
Amen.
Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender.
Where the veterans dream of the fight… Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight
I’m gonna find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we’ll fill in the missing colors
In each other’s paint-by-number dreams
And then we’ll put our dark glasses on
And we’ll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We’ll get up and do it again
Get it up again
I’m gonna be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Where true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender.
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender.Say a prayer for the pretender
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