the road up to the past has long been closed   and what is that past to me now   an echo that just could not keep   a bloody slab a bricked up door   the crystal clearness of that summer morning   two lines of sulfate sparkled on the glass   the same thing happened with that echo   as with what happened in my heart   i'll take a free ride on a wooden horse   that's going round and round and up and down   don't ask me to give up my polish dreams   i ought to know just who i am   honey i'm an expert in having fun   but it seems to me like you've just had a wake   i'll sing all night i'm a loaded gun   the rich rise early and the poor sleep late   right doors won't open but the wrong one's do   why waste time waiting just walk on through   take this pill and wash it down   i'll bring out the beast in you   the road up to the past has long been closed   and what is that past to me now   an echo that just could not keep   from bouncing off a bricked up door