Songtexte:
Kinks

: I'm a drifter who has lost his way And I'm still searching for my dream A wandering nomad with no home to stay Just like a gypsy or a refugee Lookin

: Everybody is a victim of society Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and variety Pantomime players in the grand tradition Winners and losers till the intermission

: Look at us here today Lots of talking with nothing to say And if I seem somewhat vague It's because I'm somewhat afraid I'm surviving, that's all I

: They want your mind and your body But they don't understand And don't care much about it Gotta work for your country Society's built on concrete and

: A hopeful adventure Got missionary ways Could start in the jungle Feel this way Search for an answer Over land and over sea All the mountains Of promised

: Went for a walk down the Old King's Road, To see if anybody was there. But there was nobody home at 3 Bywater Street, And they had sold Cadogan Square

: Living in a world where the flesh is cheap. Body touches body but it's only skin deep. I can hold you in my arms every time that you weep But we've

: This song is dedicated to the memory of Annie Florence Davies and Carol Bryans. Like a seed that is sewn All the children are scattered By a breeze

: Another Saturday night and everybody gets together The pubs are turning out and all the streets are alive But the people wanna party so they come back