Lyrics There She Goes - Nash

There She Goes

Mm there she goes
Yea
One day I had spoke to a man through his eyes
I saw what he saw, as it cropped up in his mind
Said, «What's the procedure?
Do I keep my design»
No, you’re gone, you’re gone, gone, hey
You don’t know how lucky you are, no, no, no, no
You don’t know how lucky you are
She acts like a martyr, she’s got God on her face
The world’s her disciple and I’m the head of the slaves
Things must get done in such peculiar ways
There she goes, there she goes, there she goes, hey
8 o’clock Terry, 10 o’clock Sally
Gotta a little pill to give
5 o’clock Patti, 6 o’clock Betty
You don’t know how lucky you are
You don’t know how lucky you are
The world is on fire as you quiken your pace
To squeeze out the venom of the whole human race
The things you provide us, have sent us to our graves
But you’re gone, you’re gone, your gone, hey
Yeah, you don’t know how lucky you are
You don’t know how lucky you are
8 o’clock Terry, 10 o’clock Sally
Gotta a little pill to give
5 o’clock Patti, 6 o’clock Betty
You don’t know how lucky you are
You don’t know how lucky you are
Yeah, you don’t know how lucky you are
Yeah, you don’t know how lucky you are, no, no