Fa Fa Fa Fa

In the meantime, I’ll just seem blind
It’s all just a matter of who can be led
Who’ll stay to dinner and who’s left for dead
Thinking of the summer I fell down the stair
Warmed by the one bar heater
Your long exotic hair
(From Bulls to Tekuiti the cattle stand
And stare, whichever way, up, down the road
There’s one thing I would say and it’s that…)
In the meantime, I’ll just seem blind
Seems to me sometimes
When the weather’s clear
I started that a week ago
And, and, and…
Considered as a priviledge
Some states of disrepair
What is it we can do for you?
What is considered fair?
I’ll tell you