Masters Of Reality - King Richard TLH lyrics

Where are the green fields where do we lay In gla** domes and warm rooms where nobody plays Who do you trust in a world gone insane The light of Aladdin The seat of Apollo The hawk in the distance Too far to be swallowed Nothing to do, ho ho Don't believe it Nothing to do, ho ho Don't believe it My love falls before you like your dress on the ground Where boys seek respite where girls lay it down The pride that we ran with sleeps silently sound The light of Aladdin The seat of Apollo The hawk in the distance Too far to be swallowed The pigeons applauding At each new disturbance The holiday singers are k**ed for observance Nothing to do, ho ho Don't believe it Nothing to do, ho ho Don't believe it Nothing to do, ho ho Don't believe it Nothing to do, ho ho Don't believe it