Deep Pile Dreams - Ian Brown

I’ve seen you

You’ve never been yourself

That’s what you pay your shrink for

You’re mean, you thinking of no one but yourself

What do you think all the love’s for?

I only ever wanted the one with the flag

But all you ever wanted was a sixty dollar bag

And a cheap limousine for your deep pile dream on the highway

Shut your mouth and bend down low

Sit back and watch the flowers grow

People change but it was never a game

Go wash your face and your hands cause we all look the same

See no hear no, so why do you go and speak so Talking pouring scorn on the bold

I closed the door on your cold breath wish

You went and gave your tongue to a devil on a dish