TURN MY BACK UPON IT ALL



If I but could...
Escape from the planet of the cash
All they offer is piles of trash
Buy us off with baubles
Nice tv (to keep you doped-special deals on request!)
Brand new stereo
Have an android dear chap...

I want to go and turn way
To live life
And not just exist
All the temptations of urbania
I will resist
Go back to Mother

But they even charge you to get away
Yasgur's farm with a turnstile
They charge you for Yurts
And screw you for Tents

Twist you for a Tipi


Charge them high
Then not so many will get away
The logic of the market
The evil of the banks

I have to write
To fight
To get me free
To spin out my end
At one and at peace
Beyond the spell of the dragon

Sell my work
Just like selling my soul
The pen as a prostitute
My hand becomes its pimp

Where do we find peace?