Ginger

Ginger on your head

Threw my coat

No more I drink spicy pink

Spicy pink soup

I love you

For hiking through the grainy parts of New York

But I vanished appeared on an island

Ginger kids can be nothing but violent

Gray spikes

At night

I hope we don't crush up the street lights

Expensive smoke and lacking in

The life of the ginger kids

And ginger kids all love to get lost in the earth

In the earth

Lady make up your mind

What the rose or the gold

Baby pink little birds begin to unfold

Stick them on my shirt

And stick them on my nose

Wear them to the kingdom of the gold and the rose