Lyrics Joyful toy of a 1001 faces - Themselves

Joyful toy of a 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