Listen to my dirty strings
Listen to the melody
Listen to the birdies sing
Away
I don’t know what You’ve been told
So many man times times before
How to use your brain
In the right way
The world lives on a concrete bed
No I don’t mean that hard cement
I truly meant in a metaphorical sense
Where my imagination go

I don’t know
If you know
I will surely follow you

Where’s all your creativity
Can’t stop a moment just to breath
You always have the need
To please
Why can’t you just be your own man
Why can’t you be from your own land
Please come for a ride
And think outside
You always tell me to use my brain in the right way
Not to stray from the same old path
The same old way
Well I can stray from my brain no I can’t go against my grain
I really gotta carve my own way
Or I will go insane

Because I don’t hear those things no more
When there’s peace there’s surely war
Even when you lend a hand
There’s always those who drag in the sand
Just take a stand
I said come fellow man
Please take my hand
And I’ll show you to a foreign land