The brownfields turn green You're walking in his garden I think it is a form of art In its own way The neighbourhood is glad with this garden No hiding in streets His mother is here Little dealers have elder sisters Well they are here The strawberries fall right in your hand They fall right in your hand It's hard to listen It's so hard to see When all you see is shadows And all you hear is reversed speakers Push activate Your life will be the same As it ever was As it ever was Strawberry tower makes you happy Let's question the fine arts As they are nowadays So very fine The neighbourhood Is glad with this garden Don't blame it on the man When he closes his gate Know it's his but he shares it With all of us It's hard to listen It's so hard to see When all you see is shadows And all you hear is reversed speakers Push activate Your life will be the same As it ever was As it ever was It's hard to listen It's so hard to see When all you see is shadows And all you hear is jeepers creepers Push activate Your life will be the same As it ever was