and the streaks of gold in her hair sets the world a-flare
with magic buttons and nodes on the clothes she wears
if you're walking down the stream of love
i'll be bouncing down the lane
with pebbles in my pockets and asphalt in my veins
and a glimmer of hope breaks the homeless man's chains
ever want to live in a world where the grass is blue and the sky is yellow
and the manger fellow makes appearances in bellows
of purple smoke flying from the toke you blow in the president's face
hey! don't believe what you were taught!
be happy with who you are and what you got!