Relax
What's the problem? Problem solved
Quick smart answer but nothing's resolved
It sounds like you know exactly whats up
But if you really had a clue you'd keep that big mouth shut
But you can not see the frame within the frame
Everything does it's part but to you they're all the same
So please run that by me, one more time again
And explain it nice and slow for your dim witted friend
Frankie said relax. But I just couldn't do it
I stabbed them in their backs. There was really nothing to it
One two buckle my shoe because they took away my laces
Making new friends amongst all the happy faces
Nearly three o'clock so it's almost time for meds
Go have a cigarette while they straighten up the beds
It's three and now it's four, please shut the fucking door
You think this part is bad baby there is so much more
Try to take a breath for they will fill in all the gaps
Throw you down the steps after they tip their caps
Frankie said relax. But I just couldn't do it
I stabbed them in their backs. There was nothing really to it
I really don't remember just how I got here
The last thing I recall is finishing a beer
But I'm not quite sure exactly where I was
Or why I was at all I guess it's just because
I was at your house way back when we were young
Staring at a poster on the wall where it was hung
It smelled of nag champa so I kind of lost my way
I never got back home so this is where I stay
Quick smart answer but nothing's resolved
It sounds like you know exactly whats up
But if you really had a clue you'd keep that big mouth shut
But you can not see the frame within the frame
Everything does it's part but to you they're all the same
So please run that by me, one more time again
And explain it nice and slow for your dim witted friend
Frankie said relax. But I just couldn't do it
I stabbed them in their backs. There was really nothing to it
One two buckle my shoe because they took away my laces
Making new friends amongst all the happy faces
Nearly three o'clock so it's almost time for meds
Go have a cigarette while they straighten up the beds
It's three and now it's four, please shut the fucking door
You think this part is bad baby there is so much more
Try to take a breath for they will fill in all the gaps
Throw you down the steps after they tip their caps
Frankie said relax. But I just couldn't do it
I stabbed them in their backs. There was nothing really to it
I really don't remember just how I got here
The last thing I recall is finishing a beer
But I'm not quite sure exactly where I was
Or why I was at all I guess it's just because
I was at your house way back when we were young
Staring at a poster on the wall where it was hung
It smelled of nag champa so I kind of lost my way
I never got back home so this is where I stay
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