Smoke City. Flying Away. Jamie Pan. Zeneszám

My friend Jamie pan
Peter pan of the park
With flute he pipes his way
On tree branches he plays
Until it's dark
Jamie Pan

When he gets restless
He jumps above the tree
With a hop skip on the jump
He feels free

Jamie's mat
He's filled with glee
When you move so haphazardly
And our playground so free
Jamie plays, Jamie play, play, play

And he gets faceless
He jumps above up the tree
With a hop skip on the jump
He feels free

Shall we let the state believe
From your book let us take a look
Absurd is (?) a players release
Closer to sky

And he gets restless
He jumps above up the tree
With a hop skip on the jump
He feels free

Free from che guevara
And all the different minds of ?? (?)
Tormented by the walls
How it's so fucked up
And no one gives a damn
No one gives a damn