Wearin' rags or mink and sable. Needs a guiding hand or it's out on the street. Now, momma's out, she's never at home. Daddy's takin' care of business, he's out on the road. It's rainin' cats and dogs. But the child within us all must face the storm. ...
Baby's lyin' in a cradle. Universe is all within it's reach. Wearin' rags or mink and sable. Needs a guiding hand or it's out on the street. Now, momma's out, she's never at home. Daddy's takin' care of business, he's out on the road. It's rainin' cats and dogs. But...
Just like dust in the wind Try to understand why I go to pieces Don't know where to begin Got a smokin hand, nobody knows plan But I can feel it, it's gonna overload Its a greed machine, it means everything Im gonna have to get it out of my head Got a screaming hand, shadow...