Carpenters Of Green

You say you've seen the carpenters of green,
and they say "worlds on fire"
Good western children taught they must succeed,
to quench their deep desire.

Look into my eyes, I'm a fugitive of lies, and torn
Mama Mama tell me what's going on
Look into my eyes, I'm a fugitive of lies and scorn
Mama Mama tell me what's going wrong

You meddle till your fingers bleed and still
you mess more than you know
Your common sense has left you on the fence
Your mind's cracked, soft and slow.

Look into my eyes, I'm a fugitive of lies, and torn
Mama Mama tell me what's going on
Look into my eyes, I'm a fugitive of lies and scorn
Mama Mama tell me what's going wrong

Give me something I lack, give me solid salvation
Give me something to believe, give me solid salvation

(© Sputnik Weazel & Ernie O'Brian
...from The Audience "1979 - 1984" - CD 2008)

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