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 and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick.And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
As the last wave uncovers
The newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
Your suntan does rapidly peel and
Your wise men don't know how it feels
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 you
Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Songwriters
IAN ANDERSONPublished by
Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC, Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.