PAIN LYRICS

"Thimbledrone"

What's the matter? Who cares?
People running everywhere,
running like decapitated chickens in the rain.

Nevermind the poultry,
I'd rather stay at home.
I hope that my old lady's feelin' like a lazy jane.

No one really thinks I'm funny,
not the way that she does.
She is stranger more than fiction dictionary definition.

Why don't we go take a drive
and why don't we take your car?
Mine is nearly out of gas and nearly broken down.

Lighter flame and cheap Bordeaux
and incense wafting in the air.
Steal a kiss and listen to the sound of falling rain.

Never mind your diet,
I'd rather stuff our guts.
Making funny faces on the windowpane.

We run we run we run
and we're happy inside of this place.
The walls are half the fun
'cause anarchy stays in its space.

Huddled in the pilot's seat
our tanks are filled with Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and turn the motor on.

Never mind the man in orange,
we know our own way home.
We crush him flat and shoot into the sky.

There's a baby on its way
because of what we do so much.
Shooting like a comet fro the other end of space.

Someday(I don't know which one)
a pair of lil' feet will come
creeping like a monkey with a creepy lil' face.

And I will spank that monkey
spank that monkey
spank that monkey if it gets out of line.
And I will spank that monkey
spank that monkey
and he'll thank me someday when I'm seventy-nine.

We run we run we run
and we're happy inside of this place.
The walls are half the fun
'cause anarchy stays in its space.

Allow me to extend to you
a special invitation to
watch the wrinkles form upon my face as I grow old.

Christmas-time and Halloween
and all the days that lie between,
hand in hand we'll watch as all the years unfold

We run we run we run
and we're happy inside of this place.
The walls are half the fun
'cause anarchy stays in its space.

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