Uncle Green - Don't Fix It If It Works by Uncle Green lyrics

It's a monster symbol of fate It's a tragic Piscene war And an accidentally shattered plate With a young man in checkered boots As we sat in conformtable chairs Eating berries and roots Putting on humanist airs In your paradise on earth And a xylophone in the hall On a burgundy table for two And you hear the mockingbird's call But is he mocking you Or just a friend that you once knew In the back of your mind it still lurks So don't fit it Don't fix it Don't fix it if it works I could call you a reia**ance man 'Cause your interests are so diverse Follow with a gentle hand But if you're getting worse Well I'll just have to call a nurse And the progress that we've made will be reversed So don't fit it Don't fix it Don't fix it if it works --- .