Simon Lyrics

Simon

he wakes himself up with a monkey wrench, straightens out his spine,
he does
it all the time, everytime.
no matter how hard he may scrub, he's just
rubbing it in.
he washes his hair with a bar of soap, but it doesnt get it
clean. 

its like a smack in the face, or a shot in the arm, 
he
doesnt appear but he doesnt do any harm.
he'd rather just sustain in his
comfortable routine,
his comfortable routine and a mad
magazine

chorus:
he's got a ball point pen tattoo on the skin
streched across his bones.
theres nothing worse than being in a crowded
room, 
and feeling all alone
he's got a ball point pen tattoo on the skin
streched across his bones.
theres nothing worse than being in a crowded room,

and feeling all alone

sits on the curb from dusk till dawn, he's
peeling off his core, 
ripped up and torn
its better living through
chemistry, its an escape, 
its a vulnerability, and then the twilight comes