I Could Still Be Forgotten

In One Way, I Was Always Hip. I Was Hip In Kindergarten. I Was Different From The Others. There Was Something Wrong With Me, I Thought, Because I Seemed To See Things People Didn't See. I Always Saw Things In A Hallucinatory Way.

Love Is Like A Flower - You Have To Let It Grow.

As I Play The Game Of Life, I Try To Make It Better Each And Every Day. And When I Struggle In The Night, The Magic Of The Music Seems To Light The Way.

I Don't Believe In Magic ... I Don't Believe In Jesus ... I Don't Believe In Buddha ... I Don't Believe In Elvis ... I Don't Believe In Beatles.

Of Course It's Difficult To Know What The Workers Are Really Thinking Because The Capitalist Press Always Only Quotes Mouthpieces Like Vic Feather Anyway.