sit right down if you can spare me a minute I got a tale thats bound to break your heart concerns my brother who's thin and played violin got it in his head that an IQ is all you need
he went his way I couldn't discover mine I didn't worry if I ever saw him again he's made a profit while I don't even own a pocket and the last I heard he was sitting at the top of the tree wait a minute
late last night reading my underground press came a knock on the door thought it was the third world war Lord above I did not recognize him I said have a cup of coke here maybe thats all you need
he said the smell of the city, kid it's trying to kill me my eyes are getting muddy, Christ, I'm aging fast my kind of music I knew it wasn't gonna to be simple but have a quick listen kid maybe thats all you need
don't stop you make me feel much better tell me my brother do you think that's all I need yeah, yeah
don't it make you happy well, well, well, well, well