He Ain't Heavy...He's My Brother
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home
They said :
"There's too much caffeine
In your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice
In your life"
I said :
"Leave me alone
Because I'm alright, dad
Surprised to still
Be on my own..."
Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
I
I Write The B-Sides
I write the b-sides
That make a small portion of the world cry
I like the sea-side
And singing songs that make you not wanna die
Throw a stone into the sea
And wait for it to come back to me
Better get out on the boat
Cos’ someone told me that stones don’t float
I like to sit out back
And look up at the squirrels in the trees
They don’t like radio tracks
And they don’t ever talk down to me
Throw a nut up in the tree
Gonna fall right back on me
Well these guys know who they are
And what they needs in their own backyard
Whoo-ooh
Whoo-ooh
I like to play in the snow
I stick my hand in, now where did it go?
It might be mighty cold
But that’s all part of not doing what you’re told