Oliver Twist

Rockets Oh when I look through the door of my lean-to I don't know another lean room from my room Should I pull up the floor of my kitchen So I can feel the dirt while I'm doing all my dishes To live in a house that is breathing Is a luxury when you understand its meaning But even in a box am I dreaming Of a galaxy of stars above the ceiling In my eye isn't understanding of what I see It's hard to think about the time it takes To get from space to me And it may take a while It may take a while when I never know where I should be And then I start thinking, and I think and Of the many dirty pennies and Different motion Mine'll be kind of sticky lately stuck inside the ocean Oh, city grind It's hard to sit myself down And just think about the notion Oh, I'm crying Shouldn't I be content with what I've got And not seek dimes? Or am I denying myself it's Something that I'd enjoy if I acquire And I wonder if it's me who's just a thief Taking the stash the stash that was in the grass Digging a hole and digging it deep And you'll dig for a while Yeah, I'll dig for a while Cause I'll never know when I plant the seed And then I start thinking, and I think and Of the many dirt pennies It's going to be a good night tonight, it's going to be a fine day tomorrow And if I have some kind of need Maybe the thing I need is the thing I've got And if I look inside of me I'll find the thing that can't be took or bought And I know that there are needy Some are good, yeah but some are rotten Why should I motivate my needs When I know my greed should be forgotten Is it alright if we feel good?