The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
The Peddlers
Ooh, into my view
Can't you feel the pain?
We can sit together
We can talk again
The people (?)
Will frown behind their doors
Their eyelids closed
On man-made souls
Ivory towers
And casket loans
White-upon-white
Marble floors
Make green birds
And little green legs
Little (?) with red on their heads
How lush, was the forest
In the (?)
Can't you see the pain?