The angels have been beaten,
Farms are greenish-black,
And in the azaleas one can not help falling in love
There goes one who swears that everything you do is good
Yes, I'm yours if you want an idiot
Put your hand in mine, put your hand in mine.
Have no place to call home,
In this pissing spring rain,
A suburban gang hijacks a tram in the spring evening,
Sampling life's heroin
And if you ever want an idiot
Put your hand in mine, put your hand in mine.
You may never reach where you want to reach,
But you can reach me.
You may never get the one you want to get,
But you get me.