Oh, trouble come, and trouble carry you away
out of the fog and all, on my lonely way
what will you do when all the gold turns to gray?
know that your body lied and light your own way home

Holding the hair lines of all in this wrong
it's not the nature of things to grow old
surely mistake the way we hate and fade away
all that we done and all the plastic man is born again

And open all of the gardens, they lie in its way
remember when were just naked monkeys running away from it
but oh, the roll the storm out, and now we think we censoring all of it
but be sure, as went the dinosaur, we'll make our way well out of here

Hold it to there, we could build it better still
and what we cannot say, we could cover in frills
oh well, the gods collected their thoughts' final draw
decided to let the man go the way of the dodo

And all the king's horses and all of the king's men came
gathered around that broken egg and thought, what the fuck do we do with him, oh
I don't know, oh, roll your way out, we'll tell them there's no plan to fix this mess
but I could fry up a big egg, and we could feed the hungry for just one evening

And all the love raise up
the wise I play, a girl half of the day
so I'll come for
bring back all you old and soul
the soldiers came back and by