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 I was you 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?