Fresh Strawberries

We are fresh strawberries

Fresh burst of red strawberries

Ripe, turning riper in the bowl

We will soon be rotten

We will all be forgotten

Half remembered rumours of the old

Wouldn’t it be easy with

Something to believe in that could

Give us more

Than here’s my work

So where’s my pay

To buy what I don’t need?

Wouldn’t it be easy to believe?

Thieves believe

Everybody steals

I believe there’s nothing to believe

But I’d love the manual

The instruction manual

Oh, liars

Swear that they never lie

Wouldn’t it be easy with

Something to believe in that could

Give us more

Than here’s my years

So now they’re gone

It’s time for me to leave

Wouldn’t it be easy to believe?

We are fresh strawberries

Fresh burst of red strawberries

Ripe, turning riper – so…

Wouldn’t it be easy?

Something could give us more

But I don’t know

No I don’t know

I don’t know what I need

Wouldn’t it be easy

Couldn’t it be easy

Shouldn’t it be easy

To believe