We'd hate to have you running up black eyes
On your green starred sleeve
With your toys not toys
A hundred sick boys over a helicopter ride
And we'd hate to have you running up years
For a girl to kiss and bleed
You've got to take care concentrate on your life
And we'd hate to have some son of oblivion
Teach us how to sing
With control as a game and becoming contained
We forget how to read
Even love becomes waste in the face of what you know
And refuse to see
You've got to take care
Concentrate on
Your life
Have want!
Have need!
Have want!
Now be!