Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Joyful Toy of 1001 Faces, artist - Themselves. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Joyful Toy of 1001 Faces |
| To further safeguard our still on the rocky road to respectable institution |
| And better classify my mile in your shoes |
| And general genuine concern for any and all personal junctures |
| I’ll back off to school organic what’s-coming-to-you restitution |
| Up with sorta unconventional instruction |
| Positively styling my contribution to the whole shebang |
| Ain’t that something? |
| A yearling rearing by steady hand of craft campaign |
| In these dreary days, where flat out fast well feeds brains |
| Just plain awful |
| Soon ingestion will bypass the use of mental and entrails |
| Fully automated, low maintenance RX5J |
| You losing modules revolutionize, stupor inducing |
| So have some today while you’re defusing |
| Hey, why not run the realness of your locality into the ground until it impairs |
| the very manner in which you physically process sound? |
| Good to you, then bad behavior acting in vie |
| Will probably pose to be no thorn in your side |
| Winding road less taken around cul-de-sacs of total devastation |
| Let me place you under construction or at least notify maintenance |
| And round up a posse of yokels, yes-men, and nobility dumb enough to find your |
| no-frill in the scruples |
| D-e-p-a-r-t-m-e-n-t of most emptiest gourds |
| See? |
| and if you’d have only held the cup while I poured |
| Who’ll be our troublemaker? |
| Find a long cot and swallow the bayleaf whole |
| Just wait til your father comes home with only your best interest in mind |
| I’m boycotting the whole rabble-rousing lunchline |
| Discipline never spoiled an appetite |
| Who’ll be our troublemaker? |
| Find a long cot and swallow the bayleaf whole |
| Just wait til your father comes home with only your best interest in mind |
| I’m boycotting the whole- (what?) |
| Let me polish off the glasses |
| I deplore and pause to reinvent the wheel |
| With the quasar piece I could not hold |
| No contemptuous soul’s an interchangeable part |
| In all seriousness in a theme park |
| Packed with debit and credit chrysalises hark |
| What plush burgundy marketing ploy upon yonder libido breaks? |
| Embark upon your half of our story |
| Go on, utilize this head start and I’ll meet you at the bookmark |
| With an «I'm always here for you, son» |
| And one baker’s dozen of your favorite kind of doughnut |
| Progression period cost us some sort of award, so what? |
| Now you mumble with that which is mightier than sword |
| Raised in agony toward the heavens |
| Rummage for the lord and master, bored |
| With a fabulous poetical achievement to show for it, no no no |
| Grievance will drag even closer to your somnambulism and species sandbox |
| What I’m trying to say is that overgrown morose sprouts from the soil in which |
| you play |
| (sandbox, sandbox) |
| Crisp day, blue sky, gay laughter, green grass, warm breeze |
| (sandbox) |
| Are you transposing the imageries? |
| What imagery sifts through pertinent? |
| this sandbox |
| Into castles crumbles a whim, a last wish |
| Imagine caving in reflexively |
| No, imagine your fear of falling without learning to walk |
| Smarts but so does childbirth, right? |
| If we’re in agreement might I make the glass slippers and carriage vanish? |
| Press your swollen neck against the new material, you’ll manage |
| I promise to return undivided attentions without a scratch on 'em |
| I inscribed a simple set of directions, though they’re not for the reading but |
| immediate following |
| To and fro, one’s opinion should never be swayed but extrapolated |
| Being disengaged only counts in escape pods and hand grenades |
| Remember that next time you talk out of turn tyke |
| Sincerely the other one plus this thousand points of light |
| Who’ll be our troublemaker? |
| Find a long cot and swallow the bayleaf whole |
| Just wait til your father comes home with only your best interest in mind |
| I’m boycotting the whole rabble-rousing lunchline |
| Discipline never spoiled anyone’s appetite |
| Who’ll be our troublemaker? |
| Find a long cot and swallow the bayleaf whole |
| Just wait til your father comes home with only your best interest in mind |