

A (G) G A G
I'm flying down deserted streets
A G A G
Wrapped in mother's winding sheets
A G A G
Asbestos boots on flaming feet
A G A G
Dreaming of forbidden treats
A G A G
When uniforms on nighttime beats
A G A G
Ask me where I'm going and what I eat
A G A G
I answer them with a voice so sweet
D E
I can't come down, it's plain to see
C A I can't come down, I've been set free
A G D E D E Who you are and what you do don't make no difference to me

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