Hair On The Arms And Legs (Demo 1968)

See him digging, see him weeding
Every single day of the year
Coffee at eleven, four-thirty tea
His security is built on routine

But inside his mind
There's a lot going on
Planning the world
But it just don't do no good
I say what's the use?

Population, starvation
His mind keeps working hard
Ending wars, changing laws
But all of them locked away
I say what's the use?

Population, starvation
His mind keeps working hard
Ending wars, changing laws
But all of them locked away

In cessation, repetition
Funeral for an age of decay
Meditation, deep frustration
Caused our hairy friend to die

Here lies a man who failed to escape
Filled his small head
With the worries that plaguе the world
I say what's the use?