Well the moths have been fed, and the pirates piratednAre things I left undone, as every day rolls on I lose themnAt least your pressure to confusionnWas it something I read that's been doing in my headnWhat gives me palpitations, the implication of delusionnOr at least a problem of executionnnSo baby, claim that I'm not playing a rolenWell maybe I'll play for someone else, sirnYour babies claim that it's a game for goldnWell, that's not the same as a claim for weath, sirnThat's not wealth, sirnAnd at the moment, I'm trying to just find my beginner's mind, ah!nnWhen the cop finally came, I was reading up on quit claimsnSo I had to think about it, as I begun to doubt it matterednNah, I'm so sick of feeling batteredn'Coz we're not trying to change when you tell me that I changenand when I try not to change, well then you tell me that I do changenAnd there's not much I can change about that, sirnnSo baby blame it on what you been told, go blow that blame around Pell Mell, sirnIf I'm ashamed of what I bought or sold, I got no one to blame but myself, sirnI'm to blame for my own bad health, sirnAnd at the moment, I'm trying to just find my beginner's mind, ah!nnSo do another year down the row, and that's not something I could help, sirnBut if you tell me that I'm getting old, you better take a good look at yourself, sirnYeah, take a look at yourself, sirnCoz at the moment, I'm trying to just find some beginner's mind, ah!