Throw your seeds out to the sun, your harvest little one, you need me you need me you need me then you don't
All your work that you have done and their loaded little guns, you see me, you see me, you see me, then you don't
Sold to the alley cats and the old common rats of London in a spring,
Down to an orange grove, where you soul was sold for money and greed, I know you'll be waiting, in the rows where you belong.
Sow your heart out to the sun your roaming has begun, you need me, you need me, you need me, then you don't.
All your work that you have done and their loaded little guns, you see me, you see me, you see me, then you don't.
Sold to the alley cats and the old common rats of London in a spring,
Down to an orange grove, where you soul was sold for money and greed, I know you'll be waiting, in the rows where you belong.
I know you'll be waiting in the rows where you belong.
All your work that you have done and their loaded little guns, you see me, you see me, you see me, then you don't
Sold to the alley cats and the old common rats of London in a spring,
Down to an orange grove, where you soul was sold for money and greed, I know you'll be waiting, in the rows where you belong.
Sow your heart out to the sun your roaming has begun, you need me, you need me, you need me, then you don't.
All your work that you have done and their loaded little guns, you see me, you see me, you see me, then you don't.
Sold to the alley cats and the old common rats of London in a spring,
Down to an orange grove, where you soul was sold for money and greed, I know you'll be waiting, in the rows where you belong.
I know you'll be waiting in the rows where you belong.