xtc from greatest failures by mean mr jarvis

morose; sitting sad
it's bad, too bad so grab your indecision boy
and flush it down
or hide away in anxious modes of fine relation
too tired to move your arm away
so stay and play it'll all be ok
the hippies won't say
they've forgotten to shave away
the god damn presence of the past lingers still
i just want to be a farmer so the time to kill is all dead
he's so afraid of ecstasy
come out and say he'll never be
people scare the shit out of me
it's time to go i feel it oh so far away
i almost crap my pants every time it snows
cause i know when it snows that it blows all my smiles
and it shows
and it shows i've got nowhere to go but gone.
so i'm gone
what happens now
will i see you again
will i die of the diseases that i fear as a trend
will i mend does it end you're my friend
why don't you tell me
i create a vanity
that lies beneath so humbly
it says you're wonderful
you silly silly man
so keep on walking, moving on and cherish every step
he's so afraid of ecstasy
come out and say he'll never be
people scare the shit out of me
it's time to go i feel it oh so far away

dood.