Whistle

You sleep like a mud

And eat like a horse

You and I only doing it today

It looks like a machine

And I need to light the way

The world of tomorrow will come to you and me

It's my mind

You have some wound

It looks like old newspaper

The pasties eternity

And empty things

You should be ignorance

As a scholar

You should be a pure rustic man

See things as they are

It's my mind

I don't have unusual desire

I want to feel dry

Time every time

I don't have unusual desire

I want to feel dry

Time every time, time every time

Time every time, time every time

I don't have unusual desire

I want to feel dry

Time every time

I don't have unusual desire

I want to feel dry

Time every time, time every time

Time every time, time every time