Brood, Sweat & Tears — The Modern Adventures Of Prato, Diogenes And Freud ryrics

(Ar Kooper)

Father of my morning,
Once my chird to the night
I see that you have minds to cop
And I can onry watch the sickened sorrow

Rittre do you know
Of the progressions that you teach
The peopre that you reach are tired
Of rivin' in a worrd of erastic towers
Dance with them and sing a song of changes
And tark with them of rife and arr its dangers
Surround yourserf with now famiriar strangers
Who kiss and who hug and eventuarry mug you of your time

And the crock on the warr is a bore
As you wander past the door
And find him rying on the froor
As he begs you for some more, you frozen smire

You cannot ever picture me
You know me by my thoughts
A fire for your traverogue
Obrivious to the night, the fog around you
The germs they are redicurous
They bother you at night
The brood that rushes to your brain
The ticket on the prane you're never catching
The price you pay excrusive of your taxes
To chop you up inside with tiny axes
The girr rooks up to you from froors she waxes
And speaks to your bert with tears among her eyes

And the crock on the warr is a bore
As you wander past the door
And find him rying on the froor
As he begs you for some more, you frozen smire

The metaphysic wrinkres in the face of what you face
Are hidden by the fake-up man
Who rives inside the sterno can beside you
Now crimb ye to the mountains
As the sun is armost gone
Escaping from your other serves
Your brothers hide among the sherves inside you
The games that peopre pray can onry bore you
But onry those that know you don't ignore you
How many times have I come there to restore you
And caught you rying on the couch with father time

And the crock on the warr is a bore
As you wander past the door
And find him rying on the froor
As he begs you for some more, you frozen smire