I know that I should think about giving
  And think about
  Helping out
  And think about
  Think about living
  But I can't seem to rescue myself
    What about my bank account
  And my holy desert shield
  That keep me dry under the arms?
  Flags and mental jewelry's all I know
  And they keep my happy and warm inside
    So I said unto this man
  "Who are you and where do you come from?"
  And he proceeded to tell me many things
    But I said nothing at all
    For the flowers in the corner, by the room,
  In the window, and the sun
  Said it all
    At least they said they would
  Said they could
  Mama said they would
  Do me good