| Pushing through the market square |
| So many mothers sighing |
| News had just come over |
| We had five years left to cry in |
| News guy wept and told us |
| Earth she was really dying |
| Cried so much his face was wet |
| Well, I knew he wasn’t lying |
| I heard telephones, opera house, favorite melodies |
| I saw boys and toys, electric irons, TVs |
| My brain felt like a warehouse it had no room to spare |
| I had to cram so many things to store everything in there |
| And all the fat, skinny people |
| And all the tall, short people |
| And all the nobody people |
| And all the somebody people |
| Christ, I never thought I’d need so many people |
| Girl my age went off her head |
| She hit some tiny children |
| And if the black hadn’t pulled her off |
| Then I think I know she would have killed them |
| I saw a soldier with a broken arm |
| Staring to the wheels of a Cadillac |
| A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest |
| And a queer well he threw up at the sight of that |
| I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor |
| Drinking milk shakes cold and long |
| Smiling and waving and looking so fine |
| I don’t think you knew you were in this song |
| And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor |
| And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there |
| Your face, your ace, the way that you talk |
| Well, I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk |
| We got five years, stuck on my eyes |
| Five years, what a surprise |
| Five years, my brain hurts a lot |
| We got five years, that’s all we’ve got |
| Five years, that’s all we’ve got |
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