Tekster:
Steppenwolf At Your Birthday Party

somthin' they should believe in I'm sorry friend, you've got it backwards They won't follow when your whistle blows Won't come runnin' when your rooster

All the anguish you suppressed Up on your wall hangs your degree Your parents craved so much for you And though you're trained to make your mark You

one time left for me. I kissed your fragrant bosoms, completely. We swam across the waters, to calm the sea Softly spoken words of dreams, gently touch your

Happy Birthday, sweet, sweet baby, I hope you wreck your book, your story book, And next mornin', you're one day older, One more day for you to look.

One another, love each other, friendliness is kind Specially when you're a friend of mine Come together at the same time Round and round and a get down

a God fearing man Yes, he does all that he can To try and understand What's wrong with his fellow men? What's wrong, what's wrong? He looks at me,