Said the wait child, magic child, work it on out now, work it
The wait child, pinball child, pool hall child hurts
The wait child, pacing child, forth back now hurts
The wait child, neon light late, night lights hurt

Oh gonna hurt some child, child
Gonna hurt some
Whoa my baby

Said the wait child, bruised ball child, pride slapped child, hurts
The wait child, crest felled child, tear eyed child, hurts
The wait child, bus stop child, late come child, hurts
The wait child, platform walk, idle talk hurts

Oh gonna hurt some child, child
Gonna hurt some
Whoa my baby

I said child, child staring into the streetlight
Messed up child, lonely boy, tonight
Kick the wall turn the street and back again
Oh boy you’ve been forgotten

I said the wait child, pacing child, forth and back now hurts
The wait child, bus stop child, late come child hurts
The wait child, pool hall child, pin table now hurts
The wait child, magic child, work it on out now work it

Oh gonna hurt some, child, child, child, child, child
Gonna hurt some
Whoa my baby

Such a drag to want something sometime
One thing leads to another I know
Was a time wanted you for mine
Nobody knew
You arrived like a day
And passed like a cloud
I made a wish, I said it out loud
Out loud in a crowd
Everybody heard
’twas the talk of the town

It’s not my place to know what you feel
I’d like to know but why should I?
Who were you then, who are you now?
Common labourer by night, by day highbrow
Back in my room I wonder, then I
Sit on the bed, look at the sky
Up in the sky
Clouds rearrange
Like the talk of the town

Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday
Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday
You’ve changed your place in this world
You’ve changed your place in this world

Oh but it’s hard to live by the rules
I never could and still never do
The rules and such never bothered you
You call the shots and they follow
I watch you still from a distance then go
Back to my room, you never know
I want you, I want you but now
Who’s the talk of the town?

Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday
Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday
You’ve changed your place in this world
You’ve changed your place in this world

Transdermal celebration
Caused a slight mutation
In the rift
It toppled down a nation
And left the people running for the hills
But the mutants that I see
Shine their beauty unto me
I wish you could see them

Tectonic tribulation
Formed a crust of green beyond the reef
Waves fell in formation
Cause the plants to bend with spiked leaves
I’m growing with the land
Time has taken my hands and let me touch them

Hey, hey,
A billion miles to Mark A
Lay on the lawn, he’s already home
When the morning ray hits his face

Transdermal celebration
Jets flew in formation
I could see them
Dropping the crustaceans
Leaving trails of flames in their wake
But where is the mutation
Who once told me it was safe, I can’t find him

Portray sincerity
Act out of loyalty
Defend your free country
Wish away pain
Hand out lobotomies
To save little families
Surrealistic fantasy
Bland, boring, plain!

Hold me down in restitution
Living out your date with fusion
In our whole fleece, shun it bastard.
Don’t feel guilty, master writing!

Somebody said that they’re not much like I am,
I know I can
Make enough of the words
You too go along
I sing them some

Sickening pessimist hypocrite master
Conservative communist apocalyptic bastard
Thank you dear God for putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst

Somebody said that they’re not much like I am,
I know I can
Make enough of the words
You too go along
I sing them some

Let’s begin
With the past in front
And all the things
You really don’t care about now
It’d be exactly where I’m at

And to think
You got a grip
Look at yourself
Your lips are like two flaps of fat
They go front and back and flappity flappity flap

I’m all staged
It’s all an act
I’m really scared that I may fall back on the abstract
It’d be exactly where I’m at

If you’re to be
The roaming eye
Pry it open and let me tell you why it sees
The harsh realities

All day, snow covered us.
Night-time, it was always night.

The people on the street were made of meat.

Black girl, trucks ran us down.
Blue boy…

The people on the sidewalk were traced in chalk.

Whale embryos filled your enormous room.
Screech-owl Kachinas bring your spiritual doom.

We were kings, kings!
We were kings, kings!

-Stephin Merrit

So you quote love unquote me,
well, stranger things have come to be,
but let’s agree to disagree,
’cause I don’t believe you
I don’t believe you.

You tell me I’m not not cute.
Its truth or falsity is moot,
cause honesty’s not your strong suit
and I don’t believe you.

You tell me of what once was
and all about Buck, Butch, and Buzz,
how they were not like me because…
But I don’t believe you.

I had a dream and you were in it.
The blue of your eyes was infinite.
You seemed to be in love with me,
which isn’t very realistic.

You may sing me “They Were You,”
and I start crying halfway through,
but nothing else you say is true,
so I don’t believe you.

You may set your charm on stun
and say I’m delightful and fun,
but you say that to everyone.
Well, I don’t believe you.

So you’re brilliant, gorgeous, and
ampersand after ampersand.
You think I just don’t understand,
but I don’t believe you.