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So calculated, the words that come. |
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Ah! But the glorious shine of a polished tongue. |
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Have you been up practicing all night long? |
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Your mouth forms chords and arpeggiates. |
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At first it's sweet but then it nauseates. |
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Have you been up sweating this all night long? |
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At the crack of dawn you're out again to show the world just where you stand |
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You dressed in your good suit today. |
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Polished your shoes for such an occasion... |
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Pressed your shirt and slicked your hair. |
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Straighten that tie! Now get out there! Get out there! |
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The tile is burning through your rubber soles. |
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Your sweat is beading, forming tiny pools. |
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You've been pacing and you're scaring the shit out of your kids. |
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There's white foaming up in the corners of your mouth. |
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The neighbor kids are laughing and pointing at your house. |
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Your wife's ashamed. |
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She's pulling all the blinds. |
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You'd think you'd get the picture after time after time after time. |
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Your roof is slowly growing weak sagging stretching like your speech... |
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Oh my science! He's on the roof again! Citing scripture and throwing up his hands. |
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They said "I don't think he's coming down. Face it, I don't think he's coming down!" |
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"Does he think he's conducting some great orchestra? |
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Cause he's waving his hands" and I can't help singing but saying: |
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"Oh my science! He's on the roof again! |
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Citing scripture and throwing up his hands. |
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Dear science he's on the roof again! |
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Citing scripture and throwing up his hands." |
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He's not missing a beat hitting every note. |
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not discouraged by sharp fingers |
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You dressed your good suit today. |
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Polished your shoes, oh what a waste. |
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Pressed your shirt and slicked your hair |
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and all you got were empty stares... |
