Pain - Thimbledrone lyrics

What´s the matter? Who cares?
People running everywhere,
Running like decapitated chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry, I would rather stay at home
I hope that my old lady´s feeling like a lazy Jane
No one really thinks I am funny,
Not the way that she does
She is stranger more than fiction,
Dictionary definition.
Why don´t we go take a drive & why don´t we take your car?
Mine is nearly out of gas & nearly broken down.

Lighter flame & cheap Bordeaux
And incense wafting in the air
Steal a kiss & listen to the sound of falling rain
Never mind your diet,
I would rather stuff our guts
Making funny faces on the windowpane

We run, we run, we run
And we are 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 & turn the motor on.
Never mind the man in orange;
We know our own way home.
We crush him flat & shoot into the sky.
Theres a baby on its way because of what we do so much,
Shooting like a comet from the other end of space.
Someday (I do not know which one)
A pair of little feet will come
Creeping like a monkey with a creepy little face
And I´ll spank that monkey, spank that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it gets out of line.
And I´ll spank that monkey, spank that monkey,
And he will thank me someday when I am seventy-nine.

We run, we run, we run
And we are 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.
Christmastime & Halloween & all the days that lie between
Hand in hand we will watch as all the yeahrs unfold.

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