This Song Has No Title

Intro: (  ) Tune me in to the wild side of life I’m an innocent young child sharp as     a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines       Look in the mirror and stare at myself     And wonder if that’s really me on the shelf    And each day I learn just a little bit more I don’t know why but I do know what for If we’re all going somewhere let’s get there soon Oh this song’s got no title just words and a tune             Take me down alleys where the murders are done In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun Want to read books in the studies of men      Born on the breeze and die on the wind                        If I was an artist who paints with his eyes I’d study my subject and silently cry             Cry for the darkness to come down on me    For confusion to carry on turning the wheel