Testo di A Big Idea

From my side I never mind I can climb just to ride to nowhere I don't think about a thing I can bring on anything from nowhere Critics who never do Wanted to get to nowhere I don't care if it's not fair Who ever is there we're in nowhere Primitive people at usual work One hops with the other while another Pretends to sprinkle red hot dirt A pit of young breeders check their work They undo the chords they told me not to move None of us are hurt but we're all red handed You can come back now, no use holding Out where your brain is somewhere growing A Big Idea