Incarceration of a Flower Child
Do you remember me?
How we used to be?
Helpless, and happy and blind
Sunk without hope
In a haze of good dope
And cheap wine
Laying on the living floor
On those Indian tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of calling our first born Jasmine or Jade
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it to me
Don't think about it!
Don't think about it!
Don't think about it!
Don't think about what it might be
Don't get up to open the door
Just stay with me here on the floor
It's gonna get cold in the 1970s
You wouldn't listen
You thought you knew better
You'll just have to speak to that man
Please believe me
I'll visit whenever I can
There in your little white room
With no windows
And three square sedations a day
You plead with the doctor
Whose running the show
Please don't take Jasmine away
And leave me alone
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it!
Don't do it to me
Don't think about it!
Don't think about it!
Don't think about it!
Don't think about what it might be
Don't get up to open the door
Just stay with me here on the floor
It's gonna get cold in the 1970s
Do you remember me?
How we used to be?
Helpless, and happy and blind
Sunk without hope
In a haze of good dope
And cheap wine
Now in your little white room
With no windows
And three square sedations a day
You plead with the doctor
Whose running the show
Please don't take Jasmine away
And leave me alone