I just want to talk to you. I won't do you no harm,
I just want to know about your different lives, on
this here people farm.

I heard some of you got your families, living in
cages tall & cold,
And some just stay there and dust away, past the
age of old.
Is this true? Please let me talk to you.

I just wanna know about the rooms behind
your minds,
Do I see a vacuum there, or am I going blind?
Or is it just remains of vibrations and echoes
long ago,
Things like 'Love the World' and 'Let your fancy
flow',
Is this true? Please let me talk to you. Let me
talk to you.

I have lived here before, the days of ice,
And of course this is why I'm so concerned,
And I come back to find the stars misplaced
and the smell of a world that has burned.

The smell of a world that has burned.

Well, maybee, maybe it's just a change of
climate.
I can dig it, I can dig it baby, I just want to see.

So where do I purchase my ticket,
I'd just like to have a ringside seat,
I want to know about the new Mother Earth,
I want to see and hear everything,
I want to see and hear everything,
I want to see and hear everything.
Aw, shucks,
If my daddy could see me now.