Really don't mind if you sit this one out.My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.I may make you feel but I
can't make you think.Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.So you ride yourselves over the fields andyou mak
e all your animal deals andyour wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.And the sand-castle virtues are all s
wept away inthe tidal destructionthe moral melee.The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncoversthe n
ewfangled way.But your new shoes are worn at the heels andyour suntan does rapidly peel andyour wise men don't know how it f
eels to be thick as a brick.And the love that I feel is so far away:I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and youshake y
our head andsay it's a shame.Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.Draw the lace and black curtains and shut
out the whole truth.Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.