Tiny Apocalypse

(альбом: Grown Backwards - 2004)

Raise up, shake them lazy bones
Read the T-shirt but still don't understand
Coming home with a little apocalypse
It comes, now do you have time for this?

A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear
Looking at a hairdo and a belly full of beer
Well, I ain't no poet, ain't got no rhyme
But I got me a car and I know how to drive

In the event of pressure loss
All our lines are busy now
I will be laughing out loud anyhow

Every day a little apocalypse
Lay down, lay down next to this
Looking at the body, well, I don't even know his name
Call me in the morning, was a friend of mine

Well, the wind so strong, it's blowing us all around
Wind so strong, nobody settle down
Every day, another apocalypse
Had a TV but I don't know how deep it is

Please read the print advisory
Would you like to go ahead?
Dancing wherever she goes, tippy toes

Rhetorical
Memorial
Invisible
Incredible
Unstoppable
Emotional
Illogical
Sensational

Little sister gotta take her medicine
Baby brother, gonna do it all again
Running fast but cannot catch the bus
Funny feeling, this is part of us

And you must take your medicine
Getting better every day
Good for a limited time, feeling fine

We will return your things to you
When it's time for you to leave
So quiet nobody knows, tippy toes