Umbrella Wars

So you're not much for conversation Well, I'm not a conversationalist Exchanging gifts still wrapped up in paperwork Like true working stiffs who never admit That the sidewalks are not fit for walking Under skirts and oversized heads Watch the messengers all dressed like Devo They're getting sloppy again I've got a craving for a magazine subscription I've got a thirst for the solace of print If we were indoors, it'd have the bad luck I'd be rubbing it in instead of soaking in it But I will not fight in your umbrella wars I won't complain about dry skin And when the bottom drops on every floor I'll hold the towel that you've thrown I will not fight in your umbrella wars I won't tone up in crowded gyms Found strength in lousy weather metaphors Martini's and sarcasms I will not fight in your umbrella wars I can't complain about dry skin And when the bottom drops on every floor I'll hold the towel that you've thrown