I was born on a close street down a hill    The trees that line the street    Could sense the winter change    They felt the chill    They ducked and dived    And so we knew that they were alive    Until the year the silver rain came down    The trees turned mauve    And so did my hands    Oh, and the sound . . .    There was no sound and I'm freezing in the sun    Nobody cares to hide the dopeheads and the suicides   'Cause everyone freezes in the sun    And it's fallin' away       I kicked around with Harry    Who lived near Salisbury Plain    He worked on the cathedral there every now and again   He worked with stone, carved with stone    Odd jobs on the telephone    One sunny day he was sent to the Houses of Parliament   chipping' away at the gargoyles    Under the blistering sun    He carved out "Maggie Sucks" on the backs of every one   And so in five-hundred years    There's gonna be some history here    After it all subsides in the sun       And it's fallin' away    And I don't wanna know    I'm glad I don't know    What's draggin' it under       Another day, another loon    A new pied piper calls the tune    So blow it up, watch it explode    Noah's ark on overload    Wrestle with the results and throw 'em round the ring   Everybody knows there ain't no rules in wrestling   (everybody knows there ain't no rules)    The referee's a dupe    Who only old ladies and children believe    I'm getting up now to leave    I'll go back to that street someday   The air's better there anyway    Though the trees are still gonna freeze in the sun       And it's fallin' away    And I don't wanna know    I'm glad I don't know    What's draggin' it under