I’d say we’re all in line for the daisy chain
Jingle jangle
Jingle jangle
But I do spend time
On the inside of mind
On the inside
On the inside
The dawn is long to ignore
But nothing close your eyes
Close yout eyes
Ain’t nothing but a chain gang
Picking wild flowers
By the road side
By the road side
And no one in the boneyard
Bringing milk and honey
To the loved ones
To the loved ones
And no one in the boneyard
Bringing milk and honey
And not the holy chain gang
Picking wild flowers
Seeing no one in the boneyard
Bringing milk and honey
And not the holy chain gang
Picking wild flowers