Frownland

My smile is stuck I cannot go back to your frownland My spirit is made up of the ocean And the sky and the sun and the moon And all my eye can see I cannot go back to your land of gloom Where black jagged shadows Remind me of the coming of your doom I want my own land Take my hand and come with me It's not too late for you, it is not too late for me To find my homeland Where a man can stand by another man Without an ego flying With no man lying And no one dying by an earthly hand Let the devils burn and the beggar learn And the little girls that live in those old worlds Take my kind hand My smile is stuck I cannot go back to your frownland I cannot go back to your frownland --- Frownland - Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band