Frownland - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band

My smile is stuck

I cannot go back to your Frownland

My spirit’s made up of the ocean and the sky

And the sun and the moon

And all my eyes 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 devil 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