entry -- april |
I look down from on my cloud and see the faces ‘round below Watch ‘em everyday, I see everywhere they go I see a nitty gritty tale of soul corruption And I know that you can’t see your self destruction But its okay, come on up, let ’em all believe you’re nuts Carpets rolled out, all prepared for your induction Leave behind your weary ways I think you know that you can’t stay Just come on up And lay your weary head on me Cause it’s a nitty gritty world of soul corruption Seems you just can’t help but feed your self destruction So if you’re looking for a change, you just can’t take no more pain Can’t you see you are your only real obstruction Open arms are all I have And I know things may look bad But come on up And watch your troubles all float past Oh, it’s a nitty gritty tale of soul corruption And I know that you can feel your self destruction But there’s a place among the stars, where you’re mind can take you far If you can lay down all your short-sided convictions You’ll see a nitty gritty tale of soul corruption And I know that you can’t see your self destruction But its okay, come on up, let ’em all believe you’re nuts Carpets rolled out, all prepared for your induction Just some nitty gritty tale of self destruction Just some nitty gritty tale of self destruction Come on up, escape your world of self corruption |