Print

Look at all these kids acquiring shame at such a tender ageA lifetime free of bitter days in storeSelf-effacing, model social livesDon't people ever slowly rot inside their own world anymore?I don't pitch the case for isolationBut there's one 'okay' and then some other 'okay'For the sake of the people you tellHi, I'm Silent Steve, or Chatty Charles, I'll take requestsWhat kind of numbers do you think I'm going to need?Find who want to test themselves and come on like a sharpened pencilWork inside the lines of someone's greedI can't sit and make myself want nothingBut I won't go knocking doors to find outHow many tickets to me I can sellThey think I'm banging Anabelle and it's not going wellStop this line of questions, I can't really say what I meanThink I'm bragging, Anabelle, and it's not show and tellStop this documentary, I'm not really a springMaking nice to girls, not knowing they'd prefer a thoughtless bastardWidening the old discrepancySomething pulls your body, draws your lips like an electromagnetHow could I suppose it might be me?Letras de cancionesStill, every eighteen months I wonderWhy don't we just, if we're so free to,And what would stop us from getting right upAnd have we been so easily satisfied for so long?Except each eighteen months or so I think againWhy don't we say "thank God there is still time"We were just lying down, but they'll say that we fellThey think I'm banging Anabelle and it's not going wellStop this line of questions, I can't really say what I meanThink I'm bragging, Anabelle, and it's not show and tellStop this documentary, I'm not really a spring From Letras Mania