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    Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Spaceships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home
    A drunken petite and beautiful fairy sitting inside a giant teacup while dressed in a fairy outfit falling asleep leaning on the side and spilling her beer while hanging over the side of the teacup.
Disney princess
    So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
    She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain
To quietly pass me by
    He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
Wanna end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
((Think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato))
    celestial beauty woman sexiness defined
    If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you
Mountains crumble to the sea It would still be you and me.
    Dead cat, dead rat
Did you see what they were at?
Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill with laughter
Thinks he can shoot and slaughter
    Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms, too late to beg you
Or cancel it, though I know it must be
The killing time
Unwillingly mine
    The old rocker wore his hair too long
Wore his trouser cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end
Drank his ale too light
Death's head belt buckle, yesterday's dreams
The transport caf', prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
In his post-war-babe gloom
Now he's too old to rock and roll
But he's too young to die
Yes he's too old to rock and roll
But he's too young to die
    Hey lady you got the love I need maybe it's too much 
Oh darling, darling, darling; walk a while with me
Oh, you've got so much, so much, so much
    Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Spaceships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home
    So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
    And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
    Oh, says Red Molly to James,
"That's a fine motorbike A girl could feel special on any such like",
Says James to Red Molly,
"My hat's off to you It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952",
"And I've seen you at the corners and cafés it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme",
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride
    Dead cat, dead rat
Did you see what they were at?
Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill with laughter
Thinks he can shoot and slaughter
    He's been with the world
I'm tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
Wanna end this prophylactic tour
Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
Think I'm only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato
    If the sun refused to shine I would still be loving you
Mountains crumble to the sea It would still be you and me.
    And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
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