One two three four
Wakey wakey
rise and shine
it's on again, off again, on again
watch me fall
like dominos
in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
im tingling, tingling, tingling
it's what you feel now
what you ought to, what you ought to
reasonable and sensible
dead from the neck up
because im stuck, stuck, stuck
we thought you had it in [you]
but no, no, no
for no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
it's what you feel now
what you ought to
what you ought to
an elephant thats in the room is
tumbling, tumbling, tumbling,
in duplicate and duplicate
plastic bags and
duplicate and triplicate
dead from the neck up
I guess I'm stuck, stuck, stuck
we thought you had it in you
but no, no, no
exactly where do you get off
Is enough, is enough, is enough
I love you but enough is enough, enough
a last stop
There's no real reason
you've got a head full of feathers
you got melted to butter
