you smoked too much of what it was
To pee in your pocket, I'll pad it up
The time you loved and long for now
Oh, how you can turn around
Oh, how you can turn around
Prisoner of wonder, suicide binge
To see them here as they were then
All with the bad years done and been
All with the bad years done and been
I hung you up in my little place
When twenty -one was on your face
Carried you round for all to see
I sang it for all who listened to me
Now they ask, and what's in the shell?
I tell them no humans I can tell
I tell them no humans I can tell
Ain't no words gonna shut it up now
You follow smiles and pretty things
On to the California dream
You held it down, but now it's free
You're holding it now and I can see
You're holding it now and I can see
I hung you up in my little place
With twenty -one words on your face
I carried you around for all to see
And now they ask, what's in a shell?
I tell them they're humans, I can tell
I tell them they're humans, I can tell
oh how you can turn around