Beast in the garden I’ll think of you – covered in ribbons I’ll think of you but I’ll take a part of it oh just a little bit everyone wants their control.
Fisherman passing the buck to the farm hand jumping concerns over backbones and benchmarks and speedbumps and telephones are on their way out.
Please don’t make me buy new shoes this year please don’t make me buy new sneakers this year.
You were right, the voice of the cars on the road next to mine to remind me of things that I burned in my skin how a boy makes decisions and bases them all on lies
Baby got a balloon gonna take it to the top of the stairs said baby’s got a balloon gonna take it to the top of the stairs who comes to parties said all dressed up like that you a hero with real gold inside your hands
Show her what she wants
Show her what she wants
Show her what she wants
She wants it all
She wants it all
Cops are the killers and hospitals never close eyes are like pissing in puddles the smallest of backs I won’t turn my head your boat has left and now your mates are dead you get in the car drive as far as the city goes.
40 hawks to guide my way per mile
And if she’s drunk on Alcohol and smiles
Age is on you and it’s no one but you.