the radical

When we first met you gave me something

I held it in my hand; it was all wet and red

And it moved and I swear

It was a piece of your heart, a piece of your heart

And we spent so much time singing

Silly songs, like this one

But whoever we met you did the same

You gave a piece of your heart, a piece of your heart

One day I came to your house

I came in and I saw you in your kitchen

Well you were baking a cake and you put twelve numbers on its face

And you gave me a slice; oh man was it sweet

And we spent so much time singing

Silly songs; like this one

But whoever we met you did the same

You gave a piece of your time, a piece of your time

And when you sit and speak it's like

A windstorm came and blew away your brain

In a whirlwind of paper and ink

And so many are blessed to have the knowledge you possess

And we spent so much time singing

Silly songs, like this one

But whoever we met you did the same

You gave a piece of your mind, a piece of your mind

Now you're dead and gone

But your memory remains for those you touched

And those you saved, for those you talked to

And those you claimed, your precious family, your precious family

And you'll spend so much time singing

Pretty songs, better than this one

And whoever I meet, I'll try to do the same

I'll give them my life, I'll give them my life