Madness passed me by she smiled and hid I nodded

Looked up as the sky began to cry she shot it

Met a girl from dearborn early six o'clock this morning

Cold facts

Asked her about the bag suburbia's such a drag won't go back

'Cause papa don't allow no new ideas here

And now he sees the news but the picture's not too clear

Mama papa stop treasure what you got soon you may be caught without it

The curfew set for eight will it ever all be straight I doubt it

Seven jealous fools playing by her rules can't believe her

He feels so in between can't break the scene it would grieve her

And that's the reason why he must cry he'll never leave her

Crooked children yellow chalk writing on the concrete wall their king died

Drinking from a judas cup looking down but seeing up sweet red wine

'Cause papa don't allow no new ideas here

And now you hear the music but the words don't sound too clear

Mama papa stop treasure what you got soon you may be caught without it

The curfew set for eight will it ever all be straight I doubt it

Going down the dusty georgian side road I wonder

The wind splashed in my face can smell a trace of thunder