BURNING
SUN
Point
your finger straight at me
And rises rises a big red sun
And burns and burns and burns
You
tell me about your life
As you were an old man wise
But you don’t stir up in me
Any reaction with your tale
Talk with me about sixties
With peace and love you’d change the world
But you cut your hair to dress in white
And you have learnt the first world lies
Point
your finger straight at me
And rises rises a big red sun
And burns and burns and burns
You
try to teach me your lifestyle
You want my money can grow fast
And serve my head on a plate
For the national war’s hate
You talk about catholic ones
You left them for Buddha’s love
You couldn’t live without
Something special to believe
Point
your finger straight at me
And rises rises a big red sun
And burns and burns and burns
You
try to stop my good ideas
My mind can’t give up wandering
And be sure any queen of spades
Can close me in a cage
I don’t wanna be your mouse
Or other feed for hungry cats
I still live without a shelter
And I dream to be free
Point
your finger straight at me
And rises rises a big red sun
And burns and burns and burns