danger lurks in every alleywaythe top two percent out of touchno one learns from the lessons of historysometimes flowers ain’t enoughthey fill your heart with ancient mysteryand no one knows who to trustit’s too late when you discover thatsometimes flowers ain’t enoughgive it up (give it up)give it up (give it up)give it up (give it up)why don’t you give it upsometimes flowers ain’t enoughhunger, anger, propagandaain’t it time we all grew upand we all got dreams but nobody’s listeningsometimes flowers ain’t enoughgive it up (give it up)give it up (give it up)give it up (give it up)why don’t you give it upsometimes flowers ain’t enoughdeath, starvation, exploitationhelpless, homeless, furiousmass confusion, disillusionsometimes flowers ain’t enough
I can’t see 
God, the trees are in the way
I can’t see hope, can’t find loveevery man killed is an insult to any faithsometimes flowers ain’t enoughgive it up (give it up)give it up (give it up)give it up (give it up)why don’t you give it upsometimes flowers ain’t enoughgive it up (give it up)give it up (give it up)give it up (give it up)why don’t you give it upsometimes flowers ain’t enoughwe all sing “
Thanks for the memories”sometimes flowers ain’t enough