Jamie Pan - Smoke City

My friend Jamie Pan

Peter-Pan of the park

With flute he pipes his way

On tree branches he plays

Until it’s dark

Jamie Pan

When he gets restless

He jumps above the tree

With a hop skip on the jump

He feels free…

Jamie’s mat

He’s filled with glee

When you move so haphazardly

And our playground so free

Jamie plays, Jamie play, play, play

And he gets restless

He jumps above up the tree

With a hop skip on the jump

He feels free…

Shall we let the state believe

From your book let us take a look

Absurd is… a players release

Closer to sky

And he gets restless

He jumps above up the tree

With a hop skip on the jump

He feels free

Free from Che Guevara

And all the different minds of cause

Tormented by the walls

How it’s so fucked up

And no one gives a damn

No one gives a damn

Free…