Love Don't Come (LP Version)

The poets and the Socrates was bounding out Their eulogies about what to do The troopers with their tangled hair were proven That they didn't care about nothing new And anybody claiming king would strum guitars And start to sing but they were fooled The vacuum of their fantasies Had discover the fact, you see that chaos rules Everybody run and bare Not exactly knowing where or why or who Chasing kicks that no one gets Kissing on her silhouettes of faded blue Trying to blow one smoke in air Their favorite answer, I don't care, was useless to And when the sun would start to fade This ritual circus of charades would start anew Love don't come, don't call my name again I can't play 'cause I don't know how to win Too bad to end hand in hand they stride I've got wind and rain for my future bright