Born a certain birth as one may say.
An inocent child popped out of a womb
To go in search of a set of beads with
Jandlewood aroma which drifts sweet sounds of
Smell to the guitar he heard
From the womb.
Those first few hours of life were crucial
For the path one has to set in order to hear
The rhythme waves a flock of free birds made
Over oceans crashing down on the fragile earth
Drift to the ear of a listener of the
Free coconut beach tribe.
Drift to toes and brown bellies with ideas
The baby had to be laid in one direction
And that was to the east_
"Its a nice cute cuddly itchy itchy goo-goo
Baby aint it"_
Lets smother it with toys and planes and cars
And guns_oh yeah guns, boys have gotta have
Guns when they're playing_which means men with guns play
Zip down the mental peace back to boys
Hence guns are boys_
That baby needs alot less superficial
Sacrifices_Its a funny thing when the child whose
Father-Mother may or may not had a drink or two
Down the pub_Talked about times of splender on
Front morning lawns after parties and tango's
Yet this early and sometimes to late period is not all
For the new idea of this earth_
Every new life is a new idea, yet this transit
Way of delivering propaganda_ fell the need for ____
At 65 years doesnt cater for the first 65 years_
The secret sex scandle stock you up with bass
And slags rooms on hill street are the only
Fuckers in this impoverished limited by radio-TV-par
Land that suck the wealth you believe you got
Get_
Wealth in TommerTawk Alley is a bad memory
Where the money sends a virus signal to Uncle
Shanky causing major fallout at 53_
Baby cakes you lovely baby_open eyes like
You will_I ask the parents of the new
Idea_chill and find the thrill of
Your childs mendings and spendings
For the first 65 years will never be the same.