Poison - Bert Jansch
I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls the wind blows and the sun shines
Don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas
I know that I might die from poison
Invisible hanging there in the sunlight
And don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas
If you I was I'd be friendly to your neighbour
Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy
For don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas