I was just a kid
Don't unbury the dead, she said
A motorcar, a space machine
Destiny is but a clean latrine

That's the trouble with being born
You're caught in a storm
Of somebody else's doing
It's wrong, it's wrong

No sensei on the freeway
The preacher is serving caviar
The rap sheet is always growing
No souls left on the boulevard
They've all crashed in the same car
The journey was long, long and hard
And that's the trouble with being born

Mama's love was concrete
Daddy's love was sand
Crashing on the jetties
Broken shells and shattered glass
There's just no way to know
That's why there's a show
Who knows, soon it will be time to go

Some people have everything and more
Some people have nothing at all
Some people have something in between
That's where we are, that's where we are

All my friends are waves today
Long live water of the good vibe
Don't die on me now
Hold on somehow
Flooding valleys of the gods
None have done their jobs
All is not well in father's garden
Oh the stories there to tell
All is not well in Daddy's garden
Oh can't you tell?