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