Lyrics

I don't want to live on a mountain of pain
I want to see it wash away in the rain
I don't want to wish into a fountain of haste
and dream of the flory of yesterday, it's a waste

I don't want to chitter chat and bicker 'bout this and that
or give my sins away
I don't believe in nihilism or marching beat criticism of what I have to say

I don't want to sleep where the angels all fly
I got to have it deep enough to touch the sky and I fly
I don't want to walk around with mud in my eye
and stones upon my body 'til the day I die, and I cry