I was born on a close street down a hill The trees that line the street Could sense the winter change They felt the chill They ducked and dived And so we knew that they were alive Until the year the silver rain came down The trees turned mauve And so did my hands Oh, and the sound There was no sound and I'm freezing in the sun Nobody cares to hide the dopeheads and the suicides 'Cause everyone freezes in the sun And it's fallin' away I kicked around with Harry Who lived near Salisbury Plain He worked on the cathedral there every now and again He worked with stone, carved with stone Odd jobs on the telephone One sunny day he was sent to the Houses of Parliament Chipping' away at the gargoyles Under the blistering sun He carved out "Maggie Sucks" on the backs of every one And so in five-hundred years There's gonna be some history here After it all subsides in the sun And it's fallin' away And I don't wanna know I'm glad I don't know What's draggin' it under Another day, another loon A new pied piper calls the tune So blow it up, watch it explode Noah's ark on overload Wrestle with the results and throw 'em round the ring Everybody knows there ain't no rules in wrestling (everybody knows there ain't no rules) The referee's a dupe Who only old ladies and children believe I'm getting up now to leave I'll go back to that street someday The air's better there anyway Though the trees are still gonna freeze in the sun And it's fallin' away And I don't wanna know I'm glad I don't know What's draggin' it under