You're just a-walkin down the street
Just a-rovin down on and to the beat
So sweet, never knew a love I could bear
Nope I never seemed too easy to really scare
It's just when someone gets under this skin
And I'm so down deep on the hole, you can't win
So I just lay there as she applies the pins

So then I'm stuck there wonderin'
Moving around and just flounderin'
But it always just gets me nowhere
Standing tippy-tied on my on-edge hairs
Just wonderin' and flounderin'
No, it seems I can never win
Nope just doomed to this life of sin
But I think that I handle it well
Yeah as far as I can tell
I handle it pretty well

Hitting the dirt
Again and he spins
Averts the impossible
Loses but then he wins
Taking the swings
With the pauses
And the misses with the hits
Always minds his causes
And takes the chunks with the bits

Out and about
He's a man for all people
They scream and they shout
But he's no feeble
Minded trickster with those
Lying sleeves and words
He's the one they chose
He's not just for the birds
No - he don't subscribe to the herd

When it's all said and done
And he unties his laces
He says he's had fun
Open and closing cases
Taking and stealing bases
Like it's just part of his day
Running and gone with no traces
It's not about the pay
No - no, just part of the day

He was a clown
He liked to **** around
Just flailing through life
Not caring enough to fight
Sailing blindly through troubled waters
And each day his strength seemed to faulter
The waves smiled at him in pity
He used to be but he's no longer witty
His mind dulled from lack of movement
He knew he desperately had to create his moment
So he packed his bags and headed off
The people behind him just scoffed and ****** off
Because he had no other options
He headed to the circus where the crowds were flocking

Heading on up and into the mountains
Where the beautiful trees and the endless fountains
Of his dreams were but a wisp of smoke
On which he was tempted to choke
But he ****** it up with the rest of the *******
And asked the owner if he could try his hand a bit
With no experience and close to no knowledge
The man gave him a break after he said he'd been to college
With that lie behind him and the mystery ahead
He smiled wide and tried to stand on his head
And he did, he did stand!
He jumped, and on his feet he did land
The man smiled back and clapped his hands
"I hope you can juggle, because, for you, I've got plans!"

My eyes have been deafened
At the sight of ****** ears
Floating hopelessly and tender
Through the sheared, speared, years
So spare me now for my contempt
And inability to connect
My heads gone and gone unkempt
Now I can't even tell you my best bet

Repressed energies
Planting sickly seeds
Biting the hand that feeds
Doing disgusting deeds
Grabbing the fist that leads
Sweating discoloured beads
All to the rhythm of the marching team

The problem with you is...

You always

                   Always

Love

The
       wrong
                  

Girl.

I know I'm coming off
As whiny, you scoff
At my childishness and
How I refuse to bend
But it just seems to
Me that all of it plus you
The whole world operates
In the opposite of what you dictate

You can't push too hard at all
Because you only end up on the floor
Clutching your hair and humming
Crazy on the doorstep, punching the door
You always end up punching the door