Charades pop skill, water hyacinth Named by a poet, imitation of life Like a coy in a frozen pond, like a goldfish in a bowl I don't want to hear you
pushing an elephant up the stairs I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there Over my shoulder a piano falls Crashing to the ground In all this talk of time
're sure you've had enough Of this life, well hang on Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes Sometimes everything is wrong Now it's time
stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed Presidency, we're sick of being jerked around, wear that on your sleeve Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times
Mott the Hoople and the game of life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, twenty one, checkers
Life is bigger It's bigger than you and you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I've said too much I set it up
Humming, all the way to Reno Dusted the non-believers And challenged the laws of chance Now, sweet, you're so sugar sweet You may as well have had kicked
I've found a way to make you I've found a way A way to make you smile I read bad poetry into your machine I save your messages just to hear your voice
Receivin' department, 3 a.m. Staff cuts have socked up the overage Directives are posted, no callbacks complaints Everywhere is calm Hong Kong is present
maybe some day I need never be alone I know I say it's the right way But you'll never be the one I've been walking alone now For a long long, long time
Your eyes are burning holes through me I'm gasoline, I'm burnin' clean Twentieth century go to sleep You're Pleistocene, that is obscene, that is obscene
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago Turned around backwards so the windshield shows Every streetlight
Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry Some of them, they surprise The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 AM This
Stand in the place where you live, now face north Think about direction wonder why you haven't Now stand in the place where you work, now face west Think
my orange crush Collar me, don't collar me I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush We are agents of the free I've had my fun and now it's time to
This here is the place where I will be staying There isn't a number, you can call the pay phone Let it ring a long, long, long, long time If I don't pick
Hey, what's the big deal? Tell me how to feel I know where we boomeranged and fell from grace Point me to the stars, I'm up for the chase I know where
