You've got an invitation But you don't have the guts You have been so kind, so patient Now you're going slightly nuts With all your plastic desires With all your trivial dreams You want nothing but to fire All of them full of beans When the world becomes a little bit concrete And all those clowns displease You will find me out on Main-street Dancing with the holy trees Weary of not doing The things you want to do Tired of pursuing Things you never wanted to Of all your plastic desires Of all your trivial dreams You want nothing but to fire All of them full of beans