| All that I know
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| Is I’ve been sleeping for a thousand years
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| Held down by scruple, fear, reluctance
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| Eyes wide open now its crystal clear
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| That where we going, we don’t need them
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| Waste of a brain unused
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| Blank in the eye dull and confused
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| Tangled pencils, don’ts and does
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| Who’d give a buck I don’t own these shoes
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| I hoped it’d fade find closure
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| Toughen up not grow duller
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| I hoped I’d have the shoulders
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| But I just seemed to crawl in lower
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| Buttfinger dunce wanker knobhead
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| Gut binger, duck in the wig shed
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| Lost cause lose log, argh who said
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| Easy peasy instead
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| End is so dead, many ears bled
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| Little voices crouching in my head
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| What you want Ed, didn’t you get fed
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| If I could fly out my shoes
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| Wrap my mind around
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| Wrap my mind ‘round some truth
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| Wrap my mind around
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| All that I know
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| Is I’ve been sleeping for a thousand years
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| Held down by scruple, fear, reluctance
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| Eyes wide open now its crystal clear
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| That where we going, we don’t need them
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| Searching a dumb excuse
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| Justifiable storm to soothe
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| Generation ID issues
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| I fear I still don’t fit these shoes
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| I hoped it’d fade find closure
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| Toughen up not grow duller
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| I hoped I’d have the shoulders
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| But I just seem to crawl in lower
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| A flock of birds fly out my butt hole
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| It suddenly pierces my skull
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| I feel so special funny smart whole
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| It flies it flows
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| Its come, wont go
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| Right through my skull
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| I wouldn’t fly out my shoes
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| Wrap my mind around
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| Wrap my mind ‘round some truth
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| Wrap my mind around
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| All that I know
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| Is I’ve been sleeping for a thousand years
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| Held down by scruple, fear, reluctance
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| Eyes wide open now its crystal clear
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| That where we going, we don’t need them |