Joe Stack
I bought a ticket for the yellow line
got myself straight out of town
I got some change in my pocket
I’m going where the sun shines
I take a look out of the window
into the white, passing land
Mr. Johnson says, ‚We’re all moving too fast‘
Thrown-away paper headlines
about the bad contracts
they’re giving pretty German casting show models
They’re shooting mirrors into space
to get the sunlight into Russian days
for people either freeze or party themselves to death
Oh-oh, Joe Stack, I’m sorry you got mad
No question, I understand
You got the whole world in your head
Oh, Joe Stack, I’m sorry you got mad
But I won’t leave this place in smoky, sooty black
There on page two
a story ‚bout a man who saw the truth
He stole an aircraft and flew
right into the blue
The blue building of his business
and left a letter on the desk
Said, ‚I was just trying to survive
and then the tax broke my neck‘
The snow reflects
pink, blue, yellow and green
I can’t tell you yet
about the color that I feel
Green to cyan
something of that kind
Man, you gotta get out
from time to time
Oh-oh, Joe Stack, I’m sorry you got mad
But I’m on that train
to get you out of my head
Oh-oh, Joe Stack, I’m sorry you got mad
But I won’t leave this place in smoky, sooty black