Drifting on refuse Parade through the town square Waving to the families of the victim of the flood Straddling the front door of a Catholic orphanage I decorated it myself Thank you, youre too much Honestly, it was nothing We should all just thank God Im alive We should all just thank God Im alive Dont shout, I get a little confused sometimes I cant make out a word youre saying Ive got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head Cant it wait? Im on call to be somewhere Somewhere Im not In case the cleaning lady has found my head Forgive my delay, lieutenant Im the man the whole country requires Take your gun out of my mouth You are ruining my appetite Get your bear trap off of my neck Im already running Im running late Your distress is confounding The tightrope walkers Just so were clear Youre saying were all lost? Maybe Im wrong but werent we just dancing? Oh, the way that we moved Had every marauder curious Sniffing at the trash in our shoes Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears I dont miss that much About anything you said After all, weve never met Ill get it right Ill get it right Ill get it right Stick my tongue down the throat of the moon
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