Lets get drunk
I asked you to come out
what you have is spectacular, its been to long
No one recognizes the unknown heroes, real heroes
the ones who ask for nothing, getting nothing in return
The stone, a stroke, in the midst of the monet that makes the piece

Forgive me if I pour salt onto your new pearls of red
If I tell your story to strangers, to the ears of strange crowds.
I'm trying make these people hear, its 1984
Oh wandering sheep, wake up, wake up, wake up.
There heads are draging on the floor

Charlie reads the pages
but somthing there is wrong
A puzzle without a certian piece, a tune taken from its song
A poem without its meaning become scribbles on a page
"Am I just a clockwork orange," a lonley lost sheep said.