Parade

I’m just a sleepy snake
Now I’m coiled up, watching everything happen
Another parade goes by and it means nothing to me
Well who needs another day like this
Well who needs another song to sing
When they all just blow round like garbage in the street
It can be all for love (all for love)
All the way to the top (the way to the top)
It still can be that
It still can be that
Yeah, it could be all for love (all for love)
All the way to the top (the way to the top)
It still can be that
It still can be that
Throw away old ideas
They’re an old trick that didn’t get you anywhere
Try see what it’s really like to hold nothing
Well who even wants to hear all this
From a pauper forever hanging round the gate
Beneath the glistening tower of song
It can be all for love (all for love)
All the way to the top (the way to the top)
It still can be that
It still can be that
And though there’s finally a new thought
The front of my life
But nothing cuts me out the door
In the blue of a Friday night
All for
The way to the top
It still can be that
The way to the top