Lyrics:

Armies And Ice And Dirty Green
newspapers, Shovels Sand On The Breeze
i Think Of Eliot When I Smell The Street And It's Sometimes Wise
just To Shut Your Eyes.

workers And Lovers Make Their Living Space Neat
bent Out Of Shape Over What To Eat
i Dream Of Eliot But I Am Discreet 'cause It's Sometimes Wise
just To Shut Your Eyes.

how Sure How Right
can Anyone Be On Sight
i Said I Had Hope.
i Lied

oo The City In The Winter The Sewage The Steam
you Fill Buildings With People And They Rip At The Seams
somebody's Suffering Infected My Dreams And
don't They Know It's It's It's It's Just My Old Soul

how Sure How Right
can Anyone Be On Sight
i Said I Had Hope
i Lied. I Lied.

so Calm So Wise
give Him The Nobel Prize
he Said He Had Hope
he Lied

o. Oooo. Wuho Ho Ho