Diaper Hill

Before the sun hits diaper hill I'm gonna chill
So small and mad I can't resist
Smiling at your little fist

I can't tell
I can't tell if it's funny as fuck
Or really fucking lame
So I'm just gonna wait over there

I can't tell

Is this a stone or a brick? I can't tell
Is this the stones or the kinks? I can't tell
Did someone put something in my drink?
It's not a tumor and it's not a zit

I can't tell
I can't tell if it's funny as hell
Or some type of revenge
But I'm standing here dressed like The Crow

I couldn't tell you where the apostrophe goes
But you can slide it between the prison bars
Somewhere there's a finger
That I lost in the spokes
And what I'd be without you
Well, God only knows

I can't tell
I can't tell where I'd be or what I'd do
Without you