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Knick-knacks in my drawer:
A beatnik troubadour
A guilty 2x4
Some sex toys and some cigarette ashes
And in the other room:
The hands behind the loom
Weaving out your doom
Sitting in your chair
Breathing all your air
I've been up at night
Painting white things white
Just trying to be polite
Descent will surely come
When all of this is done:
Like paper, we'll be flung from the window of a skyscraper building
And on our way back down:
Spinning round and round,
Recording every sound,
I'll lock eyes with you and frown:
But not for me, it's all for you
And all the things that you do
Locked inside the womb
That never let you out
I've been up at night
Painting white things white
Just trying to be polite
Knick-knacks in my drawer:
A beatnik troubadour
A guilty 2x4
Some sex toys and some cigarette ashes
And in the other room:
The hands behind the loom
Weaving out your doom
Sitting in your chair
Breathing all your air
I've been up at night
Painting white things white
Just trying to be polite
Descent will surely come
When all of this is done:
Like paper, we'll be flung from the window of a skyscraper building
And on our way back down:
Spinning round and round,
Recording every sound,
I'll lock eyes with you and frown:
But not for me, it's all for you
And all the things that you do
Locked inside the womb
That never let you out
I've been up at night
Painting white things white
Just trying to be polite