Joyful toy of a 1001 faces - Themselves

To further safeguard our still on the rocky road to respectable institution

And better classify my mile in your shoes

And general genuine concern for any and all personal junctures

I’ll back off to school organic what’s-coming-to-you restitution

Up with sorta unconventional instruction

Positively styling my contribution to the whole shebang

Ain’t that something?

A yearling rearing by steady hand of craft campaign

In these dreary days, where flat out fast well feeds brains

Just plain awful

Soon ingestion will bypass the use of mental and entrails

Fully automated, low maintenance RX5J

You losing modules revolutionize, stupor inducing

So have some today while you’re defusing

Hey, why not run the realness of your locality into the ground until it impairs

the very manner in which you physically process sound?

Good to you, then bad behavior acting in vie

Will probably pose to be no thorn in your side

Winding road less taken around cul-de-sacs of total devastation

Let me place you under construction or at least notify maintenance

And round up a posse of yokels, yes-men, and nobility dumb enough to find your

no-frill in the scruples

D-e-p-a-r-t-m-e-n-t of most emptiest gourds

See?

and if you’d have only held the cup while I poured

Who’ll be our troublemaker?

Find a long cot and swallow the bayleaf whole

Just wait til your father comes home with only your best interest in mind

I’m boycotting the whole rabble-rousing lunchline

Discipline never spoiled an appetite

Who’ll be our troublemaker?

Find a long cot and swallow the bayleaf whole

Just wait til your father comes home with only your best interest in mind

I’m boycotting the whole- (what?)

Let me polish off the glasses

I deplore and pause to reinvent the wheel

With the quasar piece I could not hold

No contemptuous soul’s an interchangeable part

In all seriousness in a theme park

Packed with debit and credit chrysalises hark

What plush burgundy marketing ploy upon yonder libido breaks?

Embark upon your half of our story

Go on, utilize this head start and I’ll meet you at the bookmark

With an «I'm always here for you, son»

And one baker’s dozen of your favorite kind of doughnut

Progression period cost us some sort of award, so what?

Now you mumble with that which is mightier than sword

Raised in agony toward the heavens

Rummage for the lord and master, bored

With a fabulous poetical achievement to show for it, no no no

Grievance will drag even closer to your somnambulism and species sandbox

What I’m trying to say is that overgrown morose sprouts from the soil in which

you play

(sandbox, sandbox)

Crisp day, blue sky, gay laughter, green grass, warm breeze

(sandbox)

Are you transposing the imageries?

What imagery sifts through pertinent?

this sandbox

Into castles crumbles a whim, a last wish

Imagine caving in reflexively

No, imagine your fear of falling without learning to walk

Smarts but so does childbirth, right?

If we’re in agreement might I make the glass slippers and carriage vanish?

Press your swollen neck against the new material, you’ll manage

I promise to return undivided attentions without a scratch on 'em

I inscribed a simple set of directions, though they’re not for the reading but

immediate following

To and fro, one’s opinion should never be swayed but extrapolated

Being disengaged only counts in escape pods and hand grenades

Remember that next time you talk out of turn tyke

Sincerely the other one plus this thousand points of light

Who’ll be our troublemaker?

Find a long cot and swallow the bayleaf whole

Just wait til your father comes home with only your best interest in mind

I’m boycotting the whole rabble-rousing lunchline

Discipline never spoiled anyone’s appetite

Who’ll be our troublemaker?

Find a long cot and swallow the bayleaf whole

Just wait til your father comes home with only your best interest in mind