Harry and Maggie

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