You know I'm a giant adolescent But you see this night is iridescent You look through my mask of maturity but you don't care – well mainly you don't care In the garden, come close, we'll do the foxtrot Beg your pardon, my face is full of buckshot I cram my bad ideas inside in your head But you don't care – well mainly you don't care You know that time is going to tell that we're all going to hell And when we get there we will find it's just an awesome state of mind and we'll love it Girl you know I'm at your every whim but I can't buy a grin I couldn't buy a grin if I was naked, tarred and feathered or entirely dressed in embroidered leather You know my grandiose delusions Don't have a point or a conclusion You take my endless ramblings in your ears but you don't care –well mainly you don't care In the garden, you screamed from the hydrangeas You came on slow and kind of dangerous I lay perspiring on the gra** with flowers in my hair And drank the summer air You know that time is going to tell that we're all going to hell And when we get there we will find it's just an awesome state of mind and we'll love it Girl you know I'm at your every whim but I can't buy a grin I couldn't buy a grin if I was naked, tarred and feathered or entirely dressed in embroidered leather