| Words/Music – Rand Anderson |
| dirty jesus down in the gutter wonderin how he got there doesnt know what year it is and he doesnt really care over educated and under employed he’s got nothing left to sell he’s got no fears and no fantasiesma your baby boy is burning the dreams are gone from his eyes and the mans machine keeps churning he just a weed in the garden thats been jaded and jived their gonna leave him for the flieshe babbles careful concentration unto a lonely wall a legend, a has beeen, and a never was caught behind the eight ballgravity has been pulling me down through the cracks of society american son lost in the crowd they’ll cast a stone not a quarter with a tongue-full of lead have a dose of realityanother baby boy is burning the dreams are gone from his eyes and the mans machine keeps churning he just a weed in the garden thats been jaded and jived their gonna leave him for the fliesand now your brother man is burning the dreams are gone from his eyes and the mans machine keeps churning he just a weed in the garden thats been jaded and jived their gonna leave him for the flies |
