StruckOut teamblog

When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present
for your friends to open
This boy's too young
to be singing the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road
where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling
old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad

Oh I've finally decided
My future lies beyond
the yellow brick road

What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and
tonics to set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground

So goodbye yellow brick road
where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling
old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad

Oh I've finally decided
My future lies beyond
the yellow brick road