I don’t want to throw away

My plastic castle sculptures

I glued them to the pavement

They pile up like jungle gyms

For kids to come and play

What are you tryin to say

Take my their fun away

But oh now I’m getting sick

Watching all the roses turn to bricks

Simple fires can be mended

But not the kind that’s burning up in me

We all deserve our sculptures

Shining with the scheen

Of nature’s most pristine, nutritious fluid

And we won’t say we’re sorry

We won’t write a goodbye not

The farther we come

The closer we get to destruction

But oh now I’m getting sick

Watching all the roses turn to bricks

Simple fires can be mended

But not the kind that’s burning up in me

And oh now I’m getting sick

Watching all the roses turn to bricks

Simple fires can be mended

But not the kind that’s burning up in me