Letra de Yellow, Blue and Green

You can call it what you want but I don't know
Why the things in your garden, why they grow
You can call me if you want
But I don't know if I'll pick up the phone
I cut that photo from a Marxist magazine
And I took my pens and added yellow, blue and green
I wish there was an easy way to make this photo
Just a bit more interesting, interesting, interesting
This week goes by much too, much too quick
I thought examples would let some of my ideas stick
But (like my idols) it's been written with love
And it's been sealed with a kick, sealed with a kick
Monday morning won't let me go back to sleep
Telling me what I can and cannot believe
Maybe a handgun will be my last chance
To make that existential leap