A.Y.D.

Tried to peel an olive It would not give I hate myself But I want to live I got it bad now And I can’t hide …at your disposal You have the right To remain violent I haven’t seen my shoes Since I washed up on this island I’ll fetch your gold now This simple mind’s At your disposal Don’t you know I can’t get away I’m here at your disposal Don’t you know I cannot get away I’m here at your disposal It was a monday No, it was a tuesday The birds were singing And I was feeling gay It was a wednesday No, it was a thursday A bird was singing And I was feeling gay One family’s loss Is my gain The sides of the highways Are lined with bouquets That’s devotion now I feel alright