Broken glass, rusty nails where the wild violets grow Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer And everything that I know
What some men will do here for diamonds What some men will do here for gold They're wounded but they just keep on climbing And sleep by the side of the road
There's a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb Mad as a hatter, you're thin as a dime Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream
Small-time napoleon's shattered his knees But he stays in the saddle for rose And all his disciples, they shave in the gutter And they gather what's left of his clothes
What some men will do here for diamonds What some men will do here for gold They're wounded but they just keep on climbing And sleep by the side of the road
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