Paid up, weathered and type O,
Clad in gladstone watch him go [wash and go???],
Swimming 'neath the microscope.
Hello lonely bless the nation.
Mr. Skip to all or none,
Wooden [wouldn't???] soldiers fall upon,
Try to find what makes her tick,
While they're finding out what makes them sick.
I don't know where you find your nerve,
I don't know how you choose your words,
Speak the ones that suit you worse,
Keep you grounded, sad and cursed,
Circle the ones that come alive,
Save them for the best of Jill Hives.
Been around and left you flat,
Tragically decided that,
Every child of God's a brat,
And she's dying to escape them.
But do we really need to see
All her punchdrunk history,
And which of it might hold the key
For the exit to her destiny.
I don't know where you get your nerve,
I don't know how you choose your words,
Speak the ones that suit you worse,
Keep you grounded, sad and cursed,
Circle the ones that come alive,
Save them for the best of Jill Hives.
I don't know where you find your nerve,
I don't know how you choose your words,
Speak the ones that suit you worse,
Keep you grounded, sad and cursed,
Circle the ones that come alive,
Save them for the best of Jill Hives.
Number one in all our souls,
Trifle in the crystal bowl,
Fill it up with 9 to 5,
Save them for the best of Jill Hives.