JOINTS

I'm making a point
These rubber joints
ache like hell
Half seas over
Crimson and clover
Won't you come over?

Girls will come
girls will go
Untill when?
I don't know

It will change never
it never will be
Let me be
Leave me; be free

Famished you look
on this road that you took
You wanted to be
in my book
But you overlooked
my fantasies
and left me
in the state of stasis

Inside of my den
I'm a sad, sad man
It used to be better
before I met 'er
Now I let her
be

Keep on hitting me
untill I want to cry

But...
Don't let me cry

Say: good bye!