作曲 : Kurt Wagner This is my song, don't sing along It's opinions disarrayed of might are drooped And like good men, I am disabled From understanding what we are taught not to condemn In the kingdoms of the well and of the sick And the hours that it took to think of this And the road that got the best of you one day Can you see at all? Somehow I knew this wasn't it Somehow I knew that we will see this to fruition They said I was a ditsy housewife And I have the crude opinions of unpracticed men In my pajamas I still hold my record player There's a hockey game on the table by the chair And when it rains your hair begins to curl Come the winds of dawn Without your eye patch and your parrot I've been informed it's national talk like a pirate day Perhaps this singing is a refuge From other equal uncomfortable thoughts And you disregard the clock that's on the wall It's a wonder you can disregard at all You just try to find a softer way to fall Back into my arms Now he thought he was a citizen But only in the vaguest sort of way And we will take it to the people And the people will then take it all away With our pencils we are righteous and we're rough And you wonder where your education starts And you wipe your nose upon your pretty sleeve And then you leave I think we'd better call a cab 'Cause our thirst for this has made these keys no use And I remember our last kiss And I'll remember all the others from now on Until it's time to sing this song over my grave Like the boy who just forgets the mourning sheep Or the girl who gets the hound dog to behave I will sing to you
作曲 : Kurt Wagner This is my song, don't sing along It's opinions disarrayed of might are drooped And like good men, I am disabled From understanding what we are taught not to condemn In the kingdoms of the well and of the sick And the hours that it took to think of this And the road that got the best of you one day Can you see at all? Somehow I knew this wasn't it Somehow I knew that we will see this to fruition They said I was a ditsy housewife And I have the crude opinions of unpracticed men In my pajamas I still hold my record player There's a hockey game on the table by the chair And when it rains your hair begins to curl Come the winds of dawn Without your eye patch and your parrot I've been informed it's national talk like a pirate day Perhaps this singing is a refuge From other equal uncomfortable thoughts And you disregard the clock that's on the wall It's a wonder you can disregard at all You just try to find a softer way to fall Back into my arms Now he thought he was a citizen But only in the vaguest sort of way And we will take it to the people And the people will then take it all away With our pencils we are righteous and we're rough And you wonder where your education starts And you wipe your nose upon your pretty sleeve And then you leave I think we'd better call a cab 'Cause our thirst for this has made these keys no use And I remember our last kiss And I'll remember all the others from now on Until it's time to sing this song over my grave Like the boy who just forgets the mourning sheep Or the girl who gets the hound dog to behave I will sing to you
