Green Face

everyone's standing in line
smell of it making me sick
a pshicical seismic makes you right
and the walls are like paper and ice
speak to me revolution boy
come out to me daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
and all of the pain it brings
and tell me the lesson we ???
and lead me to the oxygen tank
and who will be the speaker of the day
and can I exchange my surprise
speak to me revolution boy
come out to me daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
and all of the things it brings