Pain Thimbledrone Lyrics

Thimbledrone Lyrics

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.