I know that I should think about giving
And think about
Helping out

And think about
Think about living
But I can't seem to rescue myself


What about my bank account
And my holy desert shield

That keep me dry under the arms?
Flags and mental jewelry's all I know
And they keep my happy and warm inside


So I said unto this man
"Who are you and where do you come from?"

And he proceeded to tell me many things

But I said nothing at all


For the flowers in the corner, by the room,
In the window, and the sun

Said it all

At least they said they would

Said they could
Mama said they would
Do me good