grow old, philosophical strolls
If you can't dig it, it's your bad luck
Mr.
Citizen, wanna get to know
your vicinity well
People say you're outside your head,
but only you can tell
Because what is life and who am I
and is this where it's really at
Well, you know better than that,
and you have sweet credibility.
Go, go, philosophical stroll,
if you can't dig it, it's your bad luck.
Go, go, philosophical stroll, if you can't dig it,
it's your bad luck.
Your suburb is waiting in the night,
what do you want to believe?
Sidewalk is aching for your footsteps,
so put the dog in the end of the leash.
Now is the time to engage your friends and to find
out if you have a soul.
Go home, go home, philosophical stroll
If you can't dig it, it's your bad luck
Grow old, grow old, philosophical scroll
If you can't dig it, it's your bad luck
Grow old, grow old,
philosophical scroll
If you can't dig it, it's your bad luck
Grow old, grow old, philosophical scrolls
If you can't dig it,
it's your bad luck