All of my dreams had a fairy all of my friends had a goal Both of them died and were buried while we were shoveling coal I don't think life's all that different I don't think work is a chore All that I ask for is freedom cause I am too old to be bored I like to sleep at the opera the angels will smother the walls I like my showers all soapy with music that lets you stand tall Pardon me Pardon me Pardon me Pardon me Staring at skulls in the desert a flower must bloom at the dawn You would do best to forget her cause That road will just lead you on and on A parakeet sings for his sorrow a man must lay threadbare his soul The difference his cage isn't covered cause he is just digging a hole Pardon me Pardon me Pardon me Pardon me