Back in Your Tree

I was trying to get along, Jack

When you went off on the wrong track

And we’re a million miles apart now

With a dead horse before the cart now

And when there’s nothing left to say, dear

You better zip it up and play, dear

I got nothing on your brains, kid

But I guess you dropped the reins, kid

And I if your gonna waste my time, child

You gotta do it on your dime, child

And when there’s nothing left to say, dear

You better zip it up and play, dear

You wanna break it off

I wanna break it down

You gotta be a fool

To be fooling around

“Fuck the whole human race, man”

Now you wanna be a space man

But you’ll never have a place there

Because you can’t afford the space fare

And that ain't no way to be dear

You better get back in your tree, dear