"It's my lousy memory" I told the Kid 
"What other men forget I still remember 
The flies are still alive inside the amber
It's a garbage can with rubbish for a lid"

And though I am a singer of soul
Sometimes my brothers are breakers of bones
Will they crown me King
In a limestone ring
Or are they coming for to carry me home

Stop crying now, let daddy dry your tears

There's no bogeyman to get you, never fear

There's no ogres, wicked witches

Only greedy sons-of-bitches

Who are waiting to exploit your life away

But still I must go
Though I already know
That the flowers of love die
Even while they grow