Lyrics

I’m not flyin a flag of any sensible reason. Though it seems that the paint still has to dry each coming season. I’m rodent like in curiosity but no harm, and please no you don’t need a receip-t to believe everything you’ve done is fine up to this time. Overstate your claim so insane we love you still. I mutilate my time left to grind big shoes to fill. Fly your freaky flag my dear we see your budding will, hangin on the 58th windowsill. I try to simplify in this weird plan I don’t understand. Overstate your claim so insane we love you still. I mutilate the time left to grind, big shoes to fill, fly your freaky flag so high my dear we see your budding will. Hangin on the 58th floor…windowsill