The number you have reached, 9 -1 -1,
Pushing through the market square,
we had five years left to cry in.
A new guy wept and told us
Cried so much his face was wet
And I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house,
I saw bars, cons, electric eyes and T .V.'s
My brain hurt like a warehouse,
I had to cram so many things to start,
And all the fat -skinned people
And all the tall, short people
And all the nobody people
And all the somebody people
A girl in age went off her head
If the black hadn't pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
He disappeared at the wheel of his Cadillac
And Quinn threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice
Drinking milkshakes cold and long
and it was cold and it rained so
I felt like an actor and I thought of Ma
and I wanted to get back there
your race your face the way that you are
I kiss you you're beautiful
we've got five years stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise we've got
Five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got
We've got five years stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise we've got
Five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that's all we've got.
