Thimbledrone lyrics

Artist  : Pain 
Song : Thimbledrone



 Send "Thimbledrone" Ringtone to your Cell 

 







  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








What’s the matter?  Who cares?
People
running everywhere,
Running like decapitated
chickens in the rain.
Never mind the poultry,
I’d rather stay at home
I hope that my
old lady’s feeling like a lazy Jane
No
one really thinks I’m funny,
Not the
way that she does
She is stranger more than
fiction, 
Dictionary definition.
Why
don’t we go take a drive and why
don’t we take your car?
Mine is nearly
out of gas and nearly broken down.

Lighter
flame and cheap Bordeaux 
And incense wafting
in the air
Steal a kiss and listen to the
sound of falling rain
Never mind your
diet,
I’d rather stuff our
guts
Making funny faces on the
windowpane

We run, we run, we run
And
we’re happy inside of this place
The
walls are half the fun
‘Cause anarchy
stays in its space

Huddled in the
pilot’s seat our tanks are filled with
Thimbledrome.
We check the dash and turn the
motor on.
Never mind the man in orange;
We
know our own way home.
We crush him flat and
shoot into the sky.
There’s a baby on
its way because of what we do so
much,
Shooting like a comet from the other end
of space.
Someday (I don’t know which
one)
A pair of little feet will
come
Creeping like a monkey with a creepy
little face
And I will spank that monkey,
spank that monkey,
Spank that monkey if it
gets out of line.
And I will spank that
monkey, spank that monkey,
And he’ll
thank me someday when I’m
seventy-nine.

We run, we run, we
run
And we’re happy inside of this
place.
The walls are half the
fun
‘Cause anarchy stays in its
space.

Allow me to extend to you a special
invitation to
Watch the wrinkles form upon my
face as I grow old.
Christmastime and
Halloween and all the days that lie
between
Hand in hand we’ll watch as all
the years unfold.