i m not heeding the warning no i m like a crow sitting on the scarecrow you won t see it in the morning glow you can find it with the pharaohs cut the rope come on let s move where to these floods with treasure pin your hope on the other stooge and let s go let s get together let s go i can t pinch the hose you know only you can stop the feeding if it were me i d let the medicine flow if only to stop the breeding always hated your saturdays with the socializing styles could ve taken better care well i ve got regrets regrets for miles you say that we re late for the grave well what you know about living because you can t always be a slave to the body the body you ve been given feel like a pheasant in the fallow fields just dodging arrows the summer there was no yield but when spring comes we are the sparrows