Arthur Lee's Lullaby Songtext
von Walter Schreifels

Your little weird cleats are cool,
Rabbit tricks are for children
Pretending the beds have been made
Bills are paid in the building
Trading one situation for another
I don′t know why you bother
Some people like to suffer
And blame it on their families
Far music understanding
Arthur Lee will sing you to sleep


Your roommate's OK with the same dishwashing issues arisen between us
You wash too many yourself, spread the wealth, who holds the keys to this prison
We mean us
Well ours is a show with my friend Evan
Biohazard get to heaven
Have the bread, hold the leaven
What′s going on here
Is this a dream, am I dead
Serving my breakfast in bed
Tastes so real and I wasn't asking
For anything
There I was
Staring up at the big sky
Wondering when it will notice me
The one screaming, staring up waving my hands
Waving my hands

Trading one situation for another
Arthur Lee will sing you to sleep
Arthur Lee singing songs about freedom
Arthur Lee saying you set the scene, oh my
Arthur Lee singing songs about freedom
You set the scene, you don't need them