The pirates and the western girls Are stronger than you think It rains on the Pacific, But the wooden ships don't sink It rains on the biosphere With an eerie sound Like the dead calling Up from the ground I cannot love you more Said the doctor to the who*e I wanna be in the garden of love Led by a lamb and a little white dove I am an island I do not like you at all Swim in my fountain Die by a deadly waterfall And you are the universal hate within us all Dressed in stolen clothes I can still hear you call I cannot love you more Said the doctor to the who*e I wanna be in the garden of love Led by a lamb and a little white dove I know you can But I don't think I can Swim in your river And sleep on your sand La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la