There She Goes - Nash

Mm there she goes

Yea

One day I had spoke to a man through his eyes

I saw what he saw, as it cropped up in his mind

Said, «What's the procedure?

Do I keep my design»

No, you’re gone, you’re gone, gone, hey

You don’t know how lucky you are, no, no, no, no

You don’t know how lucky you are

She acts like a martyr, she’s got God on her face

The world’s her disciple and I’m the head of the slaves

Things must get done in such peculiar ways

There she goes, there she goes, there she goes, hey

8 o’clock Terry, 10 o’clock Sally

Gotta a little pill to give

5 o’clock Patti, 6 o’clock Betty

You don’t know how lucky you are

You don’t know how lucky you are

The world is on fire as you quiken your pace

To squeeze out the venom of the whole human race

The things you provide us, have sent us to our graves

But you’re gone, you’re gone, your gone, hey

Yeah, you don’t know how lucky you are

You don’t know how lucky you are

8 o’clock Terry, 10 o’clock Sally

Gotta a little pill to give

5 o’clock Patti, 6 o’clock Betty

You don’t know how lucky you are

You don’t know how lucky you are

Yeah, you don’t know how lucky you are

Yeah, you don’t know how lucky you are, no, no