Take your hands out of your pockets Don't walk until green Call it penance, call it shock You just lost your esteem
You know it's ironic If it went down today Phoney faces just don't care But today they might have something to say
I remember tomorrow as if it was yesterday And I say it in slugs I'm not convinced it's the only way How tiny bits and pieces of wordsworks Somehow end up in hugs Some say it in slugs
I killed my best friend with a hammer Now I'm in stitches He became one of the icons around I was left with an itch
I woke up on the wrong side of my bed I'm just a little keen I have to sleep there dead on that spot Or else I won't be able to dream