Hair On The Arms And Legs şarkı sözleri

See him digging, see him weeding Every single day of the year Coffee at eleven, four-thirty tea His security is built on routine But inside his mind there's a lot going on Planning the world but it just don't do no good I say, what's the use? Population, starvation His mind keeps working hard Ending wars, changing laws But all of them locked away I say, what's the use? Population, starvation His mind keeps working hard Ending wars, changing laws But all of them locked away In cessation, repetition Funeral for an age of decay Meditation, deep frustration Caused our hairy friend to die Here lies a man who failed to escape Filled his small head with the worries that plague the world I say, what's the use?