Things are getting kind of shaky up in harlem
Crackheads are falling through the banisters
And the articles of college
Prima donnas keep me from
Noticing
The flowers
But oh my brother
Tell me when will we let it all go
If you prefer to wear you head outside in
You know you're going to do a lot of crying
So you stumble your way into a mcdonald's
Order a number five it's criminal
Somewhere children are
Behaving in a garden
Fill up the ocean with a thimble
But oh my brother
Can we tell all the girls to go home
If you prefer to wear your head outside in
You know you're going to do a lot of crying
