G. Love

Bread from Heaven From the depths, mutants crawling Sprawling from the caves And from this land they call our fathers' A chorus begs for bread I heard it called a wilderness This desert is man-made And the creatures mill around, bemused Asking who's

Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby you just make me mad Linger on, your pale blue eyes Linger on, your pale blue eyes Thought of you as my mountain top Thought of you as my