walking fast, thinking slow
oh my darlings jean and rita
i doubt he would make housecalls
swinging all around you see

i said he could keep the, keep the rest

waves part, on they go
if they came from heaven
days don’t pass so calmly
could karl marx have been mistaken?
in love with everyday living
would this mean that all’s forgiven?
what this country’s made of me
if this is all god’s given
through restaurants in evening clothes
but all these pennies
through restaurants in evening clothes
until yesterday i’d thought
but if engels came, saved us all
the smell of napalm in the morning
invaded by salvation’s army

but i’m tired of these contradictions
council roads to revolution
life couldn’t be much sweeter
strange when you’re led by the nose
but if all these pennies
well, he could keep the rest
somehow i doubt that he would make housecalls
landmine the kitchen floor
if they came from heaven
i’ve seen these men and all the women
stack furniture against the door
opening windows, pulling strings
the best things in life are bought