Yellow Illiterate

You sent a little list of lies
Hang it up again strong just
Burning in the orange grove
You set the prize outside at night
Set it with a little fire
Just burning in the orange grove

You were suprised that it was never there
Why my wounded brother
One step to the other it's all the same
That's why in time you will trip for cover it's always the same
Why my wounded brother
Why my wounded brother
One step to the other

You took a suprise pill up to the air
You threw out all I said but I don't care

You will trip for cover it's always the same
Why my wounded brother
One step to the other