Incarceration Of A Flower Child

Do you remember me, how we used to be helpless and happy and blind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine
Laying on the living-room floor, on those Indian tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of calling our first born, Jasmine or Jade

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it
Don't do it to me
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it
Don't think about what it might be
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's

You wouldn't listen, you thought you knew better
You just to had to speak to that man
Please believe me, I'll visit whenever I can
There in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day
You plead with the doctor who's running the show
"Please don't take Jasmine away and leave me alone!"

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it
Don't do it to me
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it
Don't think about what it might be
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's

Do you remember me, how we used to be helpless and happy and blind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine
Now in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day
You plead with the doctor who's running the show
"Please don't take Jasmine away and leave me alone!"



Credits
Writer(s): George Roger Waters
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