Lyrics:

so Take the boy to the back of her uppers ears

We got some dirty little secrets we don't want him to hear

And his business you don't question someones wealth

Well chain him to the bed so he won't run away

We'll take his piggy bank and cash it in on our way

Just chase your dreams and never let them go



Decorations, Decorations

Decorations, Decorations



But you can kick it in the back and think it will all go away

Take some pills for the pain and throw your voice away

Someone else is waiting right back there

So you've been talking to the richons and your cheek bones hurt

And then a little baby talk to make sure you still care

Its all about the point where we both spoke that we all speak for ourselves



Decorations, Decorations

Decorations, Decorations



Decorations, Decorations

Decorations, Decorations