Peter Pan Complex
From the day you are born
You were slapped cross the face
And in five minutes time
You’ve got a living to make
You’ve got wives
You’ve got kids
You’ve got bills
You’ve got stress
And you’re wondering how you got into this mess
It was sex!
It was drugs
It was wine
It was booze
And all of those things
That grown ups do
So tell me a bedtime story
And please make sure to turn on the night light
Just let me keep on dreamin in bed
And I’ll be alright
I like to blow bubbles in my coffee
And on my way to work I let down my hair
Yes I know that I am nearly twenty
But lecture someone else
Cause I couldn’t care
Who cares?
I watch cartoons while I flip to the news
And pay all of my bills with houses and hotels
It was fun
Then it’s done
And it’s drowned down the sink
And I may be condemned for the way that I think
I want pink!
I want love!
I want beautiful skin
And anything else I could want on a whim
Call me sin
Call me names
Cause I’d rather play games
Then sell lots of stock and go insane
So give me my paycheck on payday
I’ll spend it on candy and clothes at the mall
Sure, I can drive, I can drink, I can vote
But I want to do it all
I like to blow bubbles in my coffee
And on my way to work I let down my hair
Yes I know that I am nearly thirty
But lecture someone else
Cause I couldn’t care
Who cares?
So, go ahead, wear your overpriced, prodigious
Armani business motifs
I’ll wear overalls
Be adorned with pigtails
And never have to think
About what will happen tomorrow
But what’ll happen right now
I like to blow bubbles in my coffee
And on my way to work I let down my hair
Yes I know that I am nearly fifty
But lecture someone else
Cause I couldn’t care!
Oh, I like to blow bubbles in my coffee
And I skip my way to work
And let down my hair
You might think
That life is full of worries
But I’ll still have a blast
As long as I’m there
Oh, who cares
As long as I’m there
Who cares?
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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