Ian Brown Deep Pile Dreams
I've seen you You've never been yourself That's what you pay your shrink for You're mean, you thinking of no one but yourself What do you think all the love's for? I only ever wanted the one with the flag But all you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream on the highway Shut your mouth and bend down low Sit back and watch the flowers grow People change but it was never a game Go wash your face and your hands cause we all look the same See no hear no, so why do you go and speak so Talking pouring scorn on the bold I closed the door on your cold breath wish You went and gave your tongue to a devil on a dish