I'm sitting on two heads
"Some seat," I heard some said
Just waiting for Sunday
Four days after Wednesday
The higher clouds are closing in
To hide the deeds of Fertile Jim
Could this be a brand new low
One that we can't talk about
One that we can't live without
One that we can join in now?
Standing on two feet
Now buried on concrete
Just waiting for sundown
So as to be not found
The higher clouds are closing in
To hide the deeds of Fertile Jim
Could this be a brand new low
One that we can't talk about
One that we can't live without
One that we can join in now?
