So you say you're feeling better
with your hands tied to your back
and your knees down on the floor
and in the vicious face of freedom
you turn around and beg for more
Behind impenetrable nicotine bars
and tainted glass
and under heaps of panties and bras
your childhood kingdom of adventure
has resigned at last
You picture catastrophes
and it always involves another love
you listen too much
to that ape on your back
though you call it "guidance from above"
Just give that monkey
a piggyback ride
and then kiss good-bye that gun
quit frowning at the night
and join our anxious world of fun.
