Thimbledrone Lyrics by Pain

Thimbledrone

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.