There are black-heads on his shoulders
And we pronounce him fit to fight
Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink
To be thick as a brick
And say it's a shame
See there, a son is born
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
I may make you feel but I can't make you think
And he pees himself in the night
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
And your wise men don't know how it feels
We'll make a man of him put him to trade
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you shake your head
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song
And your wise men don't know how it feels
And you make all your animal deals
To be thick as a brick
And your suntan does rapidly peel
In the tidal destruction, the moral melee
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
And the love that I feel is so far away
As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way