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Type your cut contents here.A daydream spills from my corked head
Breaks free of my wooden neck
Left a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of candled swans
Slowly drift across wax ponds
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yes, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters
Don't you know
Don't you know
That those watermelon smiles
Just can't ripen underwater
Just can't ripen underwater
The men all played along
To marching drums
And boy did they have fun
Behind the sea
They sang (hey!)
So our matching legs
Are marching clocks
And we're all too small
To talk to God
Yeah, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Oh, we're all too smart
To talk to God
Ooooh
Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden legs
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Yeah (Yeah)
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Come save me from walking off a windowsill
or I'll sleep in the rain.
Don't you remember when I was a bird
and you were a map?
Now he drags down miles in America
briefcase in hand.
The stove is creeping up his spine again
can't get enough trash.
He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
with bushels of bad habits
who could ask for anymore?
Yeah who could have more?
His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
preached the devil in the belfry.
He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved
at the train station.
Rope hung his other branch
and at the end was a dog called Bambi
who was chewing on his parliaments
when he tried to save the calendar business.
He tried to save the calendar business.
He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
with bushels of bad habits
who could ask for anymore?
Who could have more?
The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
fell to a cheap crowd
so stay asleep and put on that cursive type
you know we live in a toy.
You know that Paul Cates
bought himself a trumpet from the Salvation Army
But there ain't no sunshine in his song
we must reinvent love.
Reinvent love, reinvent love.
You remind me of a former love that I once knew
And you carry a little piece with you
We were holding hands walking through the middle of the street
It's fine with me, I'm just taking in the scenery
You remind me of a few of my famous friends
Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends
You remind me of a few of my famous friends
Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends
Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain
Yea we're splashing around and the news spread all over town
I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I'd like it a lot
More than you think, if the sun would come out and sing with me