Lyrics:
Skinny little bratsWalking down Avenue ADangling their cigarettesTheir Independence DayTears like filigreesWear them on their sleevesNobody's main squeezeIt's thirty-five degreesPoetry of ordinary life is what I live forThey just wanna be seenThey just wanna be heard...My words are like ConfettiAnd you never pick them upThey fall to the groundI need someone to lift me upSo diaphanousSo ephemeralAnd all those bad wordsThey never learned in schoolGroovy like my mamma wasIn her black turtle neckShe was so high strungShe was so low techPoetry and tattooed dreamsAnd fourteen caret nose ringsThe children of eliteAre trying to be street sayingMy words are like confettiAnd you never pick them upThey fall to the groundI need someone to lift me upMy words are like confettiAnd you never pick them upThey fall to the groundI need someone to lift me upPoetry of ordinary life is what I live forThey just wanna be seenThey just wanna be heard...My words are like confettiAnd you never pick them upThey fall to the groundI need someone to lift me upMy words are like confettiAnd you never pick them upThey fall to the groundI need someone to lift me up