Apple Tree

I’d rather have a million ideas than be a millionaire
I’d rather drag myself through the mud and breathe my own clean air
I’d rather have a million ideas than be a millionaire
I’d rather take my chance on the ice and keep my conscience clear
Don’t push it
I’d rather have a million ideas than be a millionaire
Thin ice for me, sits my apple tree
I’d rather have a million ideas than be a millionaire
Thick branches on my apple tree
I’d rather share the magic beans than climb my own despair
Push it like a bad dream
Worldwide therapy
I’m just fruit rotting on my apple tree
Sometimes fallen leaves
They hide the path to the suffocating season
First time unlucky
Supercalifragilisticexpialidociously (I want to feel it all)
All lined up to face the music
I’d rather have a million ideas than be a millionaire
Thick branches on my apple tree
I’d rather throw aside the shield and stand behind my fear
Push it like a bad dream