The Worm In the Apple

I'm gonna sit on the big fluffy cloud Looking down at the tops of the heads of the crowds Moving 'round and around the dark centre of town With their eyes all searching for something that can't be found I'm gonna laugh at the top of my lungs 'Til I can't quite remember just what the joke was But the laughter will fill up my body with love Which is always what I've been told I'm supposed to want And I'm gonna fly on a plane to the sky Which my mind will devise using science that's being forgotten 'Cause I'm getting bored of the town of New York How the world's been transformed into a big apple and it's gotten so rotten Mmm, mmm While all the world makes money so stoically I will be building a home out of poetry Scraps of old volumes, wire and glue Will be something, though feeble, it's all I can do In the back of the room, my fingers will shake With the fury of someone with something to make That will take him so far, far away from this place That he'll never look back at all the worms and the snakes And they'll lick at my heels, but they aren't even real I will twirl and I'll wheel through the skyway, high over the steeple And I'll take you with me and we'll grow old and lovely We'll eat fine apples from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil You won't know about that Burning with all of the things I must do To get free of the wasteland of wire and glue I am wondering from cage to cage at the Bronx Zoo And I'm renaming all of the animals I can't just wait on my knees in the chapel To be bitten into like a worm in the apple I'm digging for freedom, guitar for a shovel I'm dirty, my fingertips hurt me The kids of Atlantis, magazines 'neath the mattress With their names in the Atlas of Heartbreak, are calling my name And I'm feeling baffled, the worm in the apple But the cold water tap will rain down upon me And nothing will be the same It's all gonna be different now I know