Phil Ochs - Flower Lady Lyrics
Pre>g c g c g g c gMillionaires and paupers walk the hungry streetsC g dRich and poor companions of the restless beatBm cStrangers in a foreign landBm cStrike a match with trembling handBm em cLearn too much to ever understandD c d g c gBut nobodys buying flowers from the flower ladyLovers quarrel, snarl away their happinessKissed crumble in a web of lonlinessIts written by the poison penVoices break before they bendThe door is slammedIts over, once againBut nobodys buying flowers from the flower ladyPoets agonize, they cannot find the wordsAnd the stone stares at the sculptor asks are you absurd?The painter paints his brushes backThrough the canvas runs a crackPortrait of the pain never answers backBut nobodys buying flowers from the flower ladySoldiers, disillusioned, come home from the warSarcastic students tell them not to fight no moreAnd they argue through the nightBlack is black and white is whiteWalk away both knowing they are rightBut nobodys buying flowers from the flower ladySmoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting byDull the pain of living as they slowly dieSmiles change into a sneerWashed away by whiskey tearsIn the quicksand of their mind they disappearStill nobodys buying flowers from the flower ladyFeeble, aged, people almost to their kneesComplain about the present using memoriesNever found their pot of goldWrinkled hands pound weary holesEach line screams out youre old, youre old, youre oldBut nobodys buying flowers from the flower ladyAnd the flower lady hobbles home without a saleTattered shreds of petals leave a fading trailNot a pause to hold a roseEven she no longer knowsThe lamp goes out the evening now is closedAnd nobodys buying flowers from the flower lady/pre>