Jangling Man

They are breaking glass and burning buildings in the early greenhouse sun
The powers that will bland extremists and I may well be one
All you kids in cardboard city’s I hope you’re having fun
And all you voters everywhere, will remember what you done
I am just a jangling man been in the cold too long all along
I live with a raggedy Anne we never had any money is it really so wrong
The velvet gloves the iron rod and the bridal for your tongue
The tanks which trundle through the square where the old have killed the young
The wind feels all the colder now that the summers on the run
The old man sees the wall come down and reaches for his gun
When we dream
Dream of the feeling
To wait one day and find that you are gone
And we dance
Dance by your graveside
So glad that you are gone
Wander dumbly through the past of the LA that you knew
These dispossessed and homeless children they all belong to you