Impossibles - Simon lyrics

he wakes himself up with a monkey wrench, straightens out his spine,
he does it all the time, everytime.
no matter how hard he may scrub, he has just rubbing it in.
he washes his hair with a bar of soap, but it doesnt get it clean.

its like a smack in the face, or a shot in the arm,
he doesnt appear to help but he doesnt do any harm.
he would rather just sustain in his comfortable routine,
his comfortable routine & a mad magazine

chorus:
he has got a ball point pen tattoo on the skin streched across his bones.
there is nothing worse than being in a crowded room,
and feeling all alone
he has got a ball point pen tattoo on the skin streched across his bones.
there is nothing worse than being in a crowded room,
and feeling all alone

sits on the curb from dusk until dawn, he has peeling off his core,
ripped up & torn
its better living through chemistry, its an escape,
its a vulnerability, & then the twilight comes

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