I've earned myself an impossible crime
Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside
It gets far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress in counting time
Oh won't you do me the favor man
Of forgiving my poly-morphing opinion here
And your vague outline
Found myself another burning gate
A pretty face -- a vague ideal -- I can't relate
And this is what you get for pulling pins
Another hole inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm perched on the handle bars of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind on the rolling mind
la la la da da ...
They want you to decide -- eventually it happens
Some gather on one side with all their pearly snapping
They close the basement door -- it sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before -- but now that hardly matters
You're old enough boy -- too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheels, set you up with some odd convictions
'Cause you're finally golden boy
It's like I'm perched on the handle bars of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind on the rolling mind
Here are the correct lyrics:
I've earned myself an impossible crime Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside It gets far enough in sight and rhyme I get to wear another dress in counting time
Oh won't you do me the favor man Of forgiving my poly-morphing opinion here And your vague outline
Found myself another burning gate A pretty face -- a vague ideal -- I can't relate And this is what you get for pulling pins Another hole inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm perched on the handle bars of a blind man's bike No straws to grab just the rushing wind on the rolling mind
la la la da da ...
They want you to decide -- eventually it happens Some gather on one side with all their pearly snapping They close the basement door -- it sets our teeth to chatter You never saw it before -- but now that hardly matters
You're old enough boy -- too many summers you've enjoyed So spin the wheels, set you up with some odd convictions 'Cause you're finally golden boy
It's like I'm perched on the handle bars of a blind man's bike No straws to grab just the rushing wind on the rolling mind