Lyrics: Al Nicol
Music: Al Nicol
I don’t want to throw away
My plastic castle sculptures
I glued them to the pavement
They pile up like jungle gyms
For kids to come and play
What are you tryin to say
Take my their fun away
But oh now I’m getting sick
Watching all the roses turn to bricks
Simple fires can be mended
But not the kind that’s burning up in me
We all deserve our sculptures
Shining with the scheen
Of nature’s most pristine, nutritious fluid
And we won’t say we’re sorry
We won’t write a goodbye not
The farther we come
The closer we get to destruction
But oh now I’m getting sick
Watching all the roses turn to bricks
Simple fires can be mended
But not the kind that’s burning up in me
And oh now I’m getting sick
Watching all the roses turn to bricks
Simple fires can be mended
But not the kind that’s burning up in me