The A Song (Laid In Your Arms)

These are the words, they're as old as the hills

Cooked on a diet of mushrooms and pills

One man's crime is another man's thrill

And we're gone

Gonna get beat to the beat of your heart

Gonna get wings on your wings for a start

Take it down easy, won't know where you are

And you're gone

And we're laid in your arms

We're laid in your arms

Summer is easy, the cotton is high

Mama's good-looking, your papa has died

One man's love is another man's crime

And we're gone

Idiot bastard, son of a gun

Heaven is easy, your living is done

Take it down easy, won't know what you've done

And we're gone

And we're laid in your arms

We're laid in your arms

We're laid in your arms

We're laid in your arms

Clock on the wall says it's quarter to four

TV set's on but you've seen it before

One man's crime is another man's cure

And you're gone

Clock on the wall says it's quarter to six

TV set's on but you're sick of the pricks

One man's crime is another man's hit

And we're gone

And we're laid in your arms

We're laid in your arms

We're laid in your arms

We're laid in your arms

Your only love is a love of the gods

Living your life with unfortunate sods

One man's even, the other man odd

And you're gone

You're gone with a wave of your hand

Gone with your head in the sand

Gone, you won't understand

Gone, die like a man