There's no simple way of thinking,
Since New Orleans was sinking...
The sign read,
"Hippies use back door"...
1000 men will march
1000 men will fall...
All his trials, have made him nothing
He's not counted anymore...
Freedom don't mean a thing
when you have nothing to bring...
It's OK,
It's not that bad...
I tried to forget you
but you wont let me be...
This is for you
miss "feeling so blue"...
I've heard way to much about it
Those stories make my heart sink...
Goodbye my sweet demon
You have followed me all these years...
What a year it has been
and you still walking beside me...
You can't see stars,
through this thick smoke...