uncle pecos dig it

My toys don't speak to me

I asked how I could be free?

How can I help a dying tree?

And why don't I feel any spree?



These thoughts are striking my mind

Replacing the vibes in my head

They are not kind

And now I just sit with my toys, which are blind

And they can’t just start hearing and can’t give me advice



Every time I try to scream, I try to go

Every time I fall asleep, I get low



All my friends have a job

But I don't care, I'm drinking my own blood



All my friends have wives

But they don’t know what their wives look like



This war can drug me out

I know you won’t think about it

And all this time I tried so hard to throw my bombs not so loud



These thoughts are striking my mind

Replacing my vibes in my head

They are not kind

And now I just sit with my toys, which are blind

And they can’t just start hearing and can’t give me advice



Every time I try to scream, I try to go

Every time I fall asleep, I get low



All my friends have a job

But I don't care, I'm drinking my own blood



All my friends have wives

But they don’t know what their wives look like



Dig it, dig it



My toys don't speak to me

My toys don’t speak to me