It's all topsy turvy
Lefty tighty
Righty loosy.
It's all mumbled gumbled tumbled
It's all red
It's all white
But fireworks never apologize
And neither do I, I just spin and spin.
Behind those eyelids and old soda bottles
I can see your grin
And I will listen I will listen
To the thumpety thump of the
Confused piano's keys
As you beat it like a drum
And it thinks quietly when your gone about a flute
Who never gets such a hard beating for
Music's sake, or no man's snake
Or will live a short life
Just to become a pair of boots,
Splashed with mud and crayon juice
Will never taste the same as when I was five.
Bark will still be soft and
Water will be sweet
And grass will no more sting you, just
Bend and listen, bend and listen,
But will you listen to my words,
You won't listen to my words
Until they freeze in ice.