The Waist And The Knees Lyrics - Game Theory

Cozify with the lip-tied mind 

Beckmann's by the enlistment line 

Got to be small when target times come 

Got to be smart while acting dumb 

Son I think your learning don't seem right 

Sleep under the floor at night 

Feeling sicko hang on Sloop John 

Ugliest trip I've ever been on 

We'll follow those dreams we're going to have each 

Small and literal, well within reach 

And not a sicker fantasy dreamed of 

No excuse for love 

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Trade all the forward brain for a needle of novocaine 

Going to be reconciled and when they give you an inch 

You'll take the inch with a smile 

Going to get hold and no one leaves 

Going to get cold and most will freeze 

Going to get folded into threes 

Until you bend at the waist and the knees 

Oh pal Joey, we're losers we know 

It's written on our hair and clothes 

We've seen the rings of smoke through the trees 

(In my thoughts I have seen 

Rings of smoke through the trees 

And the voices of those who stand looking 

Ooh, it makes me wonder)* 

We're how all the words go 

Ollie and Stan for all seasons we know 

I couldn't face this heaven alone 

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Agreement made this day with the undersigned, no one twisting his arm... 

Company shall be referred to as 'special friend,' and 

Shall not be held 

Liable for moneys owed the retired vaudeville performers guild or the 

American operatic wire recording archive society, and 

Shall not be held 

Liable for loss due to theft, misplacement, impulse 

Buying, poor sportsmanship, 

Birth of multi-headed infant, hubby red-faced after 

Bizarre weight-loss 

Ritual, it shall be remembered by the undersigned, no 

One wins by being 

Unreasonable 

Over the ceiling rain 

And no place left that I know to drain 

Cutting the signal flow 

You can dress as you like there's still no place you can go 

Going to get hold and no one leaves 

Going to get cold and most will freeze 

Going to get folded into threes 

Until you break at the waist and the knees 

Fire across the temple and out the rear, motor skill 

And low muscle stopped, 

No one knows how to make it stop 

I hope I can wake up