Lyrics
Look at the way that i am, look at me doing that, look at me doing this
I m so scared of being underground, look at me doing that, oh never to be there again
Look at me doing that, look at me doing this
i ve been popping out of closets in robin hood suits
Try to untie your lips but they were double knotted, then i m so scared of being not around, look at me doing this
in an eyeball
Oh the world was just a baby then, look at me doing that, i m so scared of being underground
Oh never to be there again, look at me doing this
If the moon had minute hands it would have meant a lot, look at me doing that See, look at your costume you know that it s true
Before his feet lost his hair, oh the world was just a baby then
Try to untie your lips but they were double knotted, but if everybody was the best
oh the children where so old-fashioned then
look at me doing that
A boy who built a snowman out of himself, when the boys would always pass you by
Don t i remember him from somewhere, but if everybody was the best See, a boy who built a snowman out of himself
in a fence where a goat was alone by himself
a million ways you learn to cry
Look at me doing that, look at me doing that, who s the stranger with the purple feet
I ve been spotted in pictures with navy recruits, look at the way that i am, can you see me
Look at the way that i am, oh the places where you ve never been, oh the world was just a baby then
look at your costume you know that it s true
Look at me doing that, a million ways you learn to cry, in a fence where a goat was alone by himself
Look at me doing this, in a fence where a goat was alone by himself
there was a boy who was there
when the boys would always pass you by
A million ways you learn to cry, look at me doing that
look at me doing this
under heavy feedback and distortion
Look at me doing this, under heavy feedback and distortion
I ve been spotted in pictures with navy recruits, oh the children where so old-fashioned then Me, but if everyone is coffin-bound
Oh the places where you ve never been, look at me doing that, coffins decked out on the street
i tried to break into you brain but all the entrances were rotted
I m so scared to never make a sound, when the boys would always pass you by
Oh the children where so old-fashioned then, but if everybody was the best, don t i remember him from somewhere
In a fence where a goat was alone by himself, there would be so few of the rest, look at me doing that
look at me doing this
Under heavy feedback and distortion, coffins decked out on the street