Wakey wakey rise and shine It’s off again, on again Off again, on again Watch me fall like dominoes In pretty patterns Fingers in the blackbird pie I’m tingling, tingling, tingling It’s what you feel not what you ought to What you ought to, what you ought to Reasonable and sensible Dead from the neck up I guess i’m stuffed Stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you But not, not, not, for no real reason Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles I take a bow take a bow take a bow It’s what you feel not what you ought to What you ought to, what you ought to The elephant that’s in the room Is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling Plastic bags with nothing in them Nothing in them Duplicate and triplicate Dead from the neck up I guess I’m stuffed Stuffed, stuffed We thought we had it in you But not, not, not Exactly where do you get off? Is enough, is enough I love you but enough is enough Enough of that stuff There’s no real reason You’ve got a head full of feathers You’re gonna melt it to butter
Posted on: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 20:06:14 +0000
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