Lyrics: Captain Beefheart. Trout Mask Replica. Frownland.

My smile is stuck
I cannot go back t' yer frownland

My spirit's made up of the ocean
And the sky 'n the sun 'n the moon
'N all my eye can see

I cannot go back to yer land of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the comin' of yer doom
I want my own land

Take my hand 'n come with me
It's not too late for you
It is not too late for me
To find my homeland

Where man can stand by another man
Without an ego flyin'
With no man lyin'
'N no one dyin' by an earthly hand

Let the devils burn 'n the beggar learn
'N the little girls that live in those old worlds
Take my kind hand

My smile is stuck
I cannot go back t' yer frownland
I cannot go back t' yer frownland