This is how it feels
Living on a hillside
This is what I need
This is what I longed for
Someone young and smiling
You're up on my hill
I hear the human race is farting on it's face
And hasn't very far to go
But every weak for wheel
Is handing me a bill
And telling me just ain't so
I put sail life is just a bowl of jumble
And a peer money intelligent and smart
But I'm stocked like a dope
With the thing called hope
And I can't get it out of my heart
Not this heart
