Things are getting kind of shaky up in Harlem
crack-heads are falling through the banisters
and the articles of college prima donnas
keep me from noticing the flowers
But oh my brother,
tell me when will we let it all go?
if you prefer to wear your head outside-in
you know you're gonna do a lot of crying
Ohh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh ohh, oh oh oh ohh
So you stumble your way into a Mcdonald's
order a number five, it's criminal
Somewhere children are behaving in a garden
fill up the ocean with a thimble
But oh my brother,
can we tell all the girls to go home?
if you prefer to wear your head outside-in
you know you're gonna do a lot of crying