Why don’t we do it in the road?
Why don’t we do it in the road?
No one will be watching us
Why don’t we do it in the road?
One day I noticed the world at my feet
Next day comes and it rolls into the street
Gathering speed, paying no heed
That made me bleed until I was blue
But you know I never wanted to-ah, you know, I did it just for you
Don’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for.
You can’t tell me it’s not worth dyin’ for.
You know it’s true:
Everything I do, I do it for you.
Everybody’s talkin’ at me, I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’
Only the echoes of my mind
And I won’t let you leave my love behind
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine
I want to bomb your submarines
You don’t do anything for me
You were sometimes hard to find
You were never safe to be with, then
Well I could be boarding an aircraft
With a bomb concealed in somebody’s briefcase
And my body will spread through the heavens, across the sky
And my ashes will fall through the cloudburst
Oh we will all char together when we char.
And let there be no moaning of the bar.
Just sing out a te deum
When you see that ICBM
And the party will be “come as you are.”
It’s Christmas at Ground Zero
There’s panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris while we trim the tree
Underneath a mushroom cloud
Crowded streets, busy feet hustle by you
Downtown shoppers Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won’t pass him by
Freezin’ rests his head on a pillow made of concrete again
Oh Feelin’ maybe he’ll see a little betters any days
Oh hand out faces that he sees come again ain’t that familiar
Oh dark grin he can’t help when he’s happy he looks insane
Psycho therapy, psycho therapy, psycho therapy
That’s what they wanna give me
Psycho therapy, psycho therapy, psycho therapy
All they wanna give me
Give me therapy, I’m a walking travesty,
But I’m smiling at everything.
Therapy, you were never a friend to me,
You can take back your misery.
Every thread of creation is held in position
by still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
of smouldering cities so gray and so vulgar,
as not to be satisfied with their own negativity
but needing to touch all the living as well.
Pavements may teem
With intense energy
But the city is calm
In this violent sea
I look to the sea.
Reflections in the waves spark my memories.
Some happy, some sad.
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had.
This used to be my playground.
Valerie, call on me
Call on me, Valerie
Come and see me
I’m the same boy I used to be
There’s a girl I know who makes me feel so good.
And I wouldn’t live without her, even if I could.
They call her Valleri.
I love my Valleri.