Don't Eat Dirt


	The black and white man - with his dotting in pencil fills in the lines - where the frowns don't show the little girls weeps - and her tear drop darkens a thin white stripe - on a cross hatched face hanging on hard to what she knows the rocking horse man swings her to and fro CHORUS break down the barriers - and free your mind make the social model work - make sure you don't eat dirt The sly cat sits behind his desk - with a blank expression he asks why is this crippled man here - he's just exposed his fears the man shrinks back - he's living his nightmare he's faced by a bigot - and there's no where to go hanging on hard to what he knows the rocking horse man swings him to and fro CHORUS the flower of a daffodil - the shade in my room some doesn't matter custard - and an LP sleeve these things are real - a material yellow but I need to be abstract - I need to be profound we lock our doors - we run from hate we don't like alleys - paranoiac fear of blue lights I don't like it with the light on - opinions scar my life but only time will tell - a have a lot to sell hanging on hard to what I know the rocking horse man swings me to and fro


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