Saturation
Ian Anderson
They left me,leaving my house on fire,me running round-got out the window.
While clinging to the skirts of fate was not my idea of fun I jumped to it gladly.
The town was filed with smoke and hate.
Came to my senses just too late to realise all I ever owned was borrowed.I thanked them for having shown me that nothing ever really belongs to anyone.
They burned my books and broke my car, and they gave the dog to a man who used him for breeding.
They felled my trees and they trampled flowers and threw the kitten into my new pool.
The same things done to other men had made then run away from the city.
The being the case, joined them there and breathing air, spent the night with these new friends.