Marveline

Lyrics

He’s sitting in the Garden, guarding all the flowers
Finally found something useful again
He doesn’t need much money, just enough for beer and biscuits
He talks a lot of rubbish but he likes it anyway.

And he goes on, he goes on
On and on and on

He likes to get a token from another country
He’d never go there even if he had the chance to try
He likes to whine about those of whom he knows nothing
Like an empty barrel filled with echoes of hate

And he goes on, he goes on
On and on and on

The dogs are all that keep him from drifting right away
I swear I heard him weeping, but he’ll never let you say
“Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t you cry”

I’m sitting in the garden, guarding all the flowers
You never know who might come and take them all away.
He likes to whine about me, of whom he knows nothing
I never got the chance to say what you say

And I go on, I go on
On and on and on