Mornings come with birds and kids
Talking to themselves for some reason
And wrists can vibrate at a comfortable rate
To get you to sleep or keep you from it
He wears that hole in his shoe with real grace
And if he wears it right he
Just might have a leg up on everyone
Bet it'd feel so good
They'd all watch him tie those gold laces
And they become things that he can't stop tying
Becoming grateful and bitter for his brand new handicap and
Holding the ropes that he'd been thrust upon
Can't get his hands off his feet to enjoy the walk
Now it's tough to tell if ever he was real
Just knows the crunch of his new boots crushes special snowflakes
Choke the evil out
Smoke the evil out
Stroke the evil out
Choke the evil out
It's satisfied
By removing chunks of dead skin
It turns it on the same way
Mmm mmm mmm
Couldn't keep a straight face staring at it
It satisfies
It turns me on
With that mirror you forced yourself to stare
And you stink of the holiness they soaked you in
It ends up driving you bored and drinking you numb
So special for a minute though
He wears that hole in his shoe with the same face
And if he wears it right he
Just might have to keep that leg up on everyone
It feels so good
They'd all watch him tie those gold laces
And they become things that he can't stop tying
Gracefully bitter for that old handicap and
Gripping the ropes that he holds himself on
Feet paraded on high as his hands take the walk
Tough to tell if ever he was real
Just knows the crunch of those old boots keeps him a special snowflake
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