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"Sealions, Too"
Words and Music by Just A Hobby
Appears on Idle

Climb inside your mind and find the time you cried and told me what to be.
(Whoo!)
You lied about the time you lied about the time for tea.
Hung up on the children swinging, singing, bringing in a diggery-dee.
(Whoo!)
An existential crisis, being what you wanna be.

Johnny hid the money. Lucy passed away.
All the housewives think it's funny when the snow don't make the day.

You jumped inside a well and fell to hell, to tell the truth it's not like you.
(Whoo!)
To talk about the things you'll never get around to do.
Singing Hallelujah, Hare Krishna, Harvey Kirschner's got the blues.
(Whoo!)
Thought he only had the one, but he had them, too.

All the paper faces were shamed of their own lives.
Dreamed of being people in places. Evidence of knives.

Got high and tried to fly to bright blue skies, I don't know why you do these things.
(Whoo!)
You hide behind the pale blue couch when the telephone rings.
You asked about the facts on sacks, the tax you pay don't mean a single thing.
(Whoo!)
Saying that you know all about why the caged bird sings.

Spiff is getting surly. Need him some Kaffeine.
Always hit the pavement early and arrive at 4:19.

Arrive at 4:19.

© 1998 Just A Song

 

 

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