Pull my string and I do my thing.
I don't need the acid factories
I've got mushrooms in the fields
Julian said "how was the gear?"
They don't sell things to you over there
A cigarette goes out when you put it down.
Had a look at the free festivals
They're like cinemas with no films
You could make a fire with the seats
You could boil up some cigar dimps
Wait for the ice cream to come around.
I meet my old friends there
They queue up for cash there
They get threatened by the cracker factory.
A place where you get into the working routine again.
Prefab for jobless dopes.