You're It!
It started back in school
They used to push you out of line
And make you feel just like you had
No DNA or spine
You thought it would get better
Now it happens all the time
And the Esperanto Queens
Have erased you from their dreams
You're murdered by their memory
Their laughter drowns your screams
And you're all boiled up
And you're running out of steam
Cos you're it!
And they all run away in the playground everyday
Cos you're it!
Everyone got sick of you or sick enough to say
You're It!
From Monday morn to Friday
Just keep looking straight ahead
Through the styles and stipulations
To the days you stay in bed
Either we're all out to get you
Or we're living in your head
And the mumbo jumbo mummies
Got their voodoo in the can
Their clothes are numbered one by one
You'll never understand
That one size fits everything
And that's what's called a plan
And you don't know what you did
So you don't what to do
But when you ask them what it is
They say: "It's you!"
Some day when justice reigns on down
Is it you who will be blessed?
Or does a desperate defeatist
Just get crushed like the rest?
You say they failed you out of fear
But you never sat the test
If you want the last word
Must have spoken once before
You're not even a character
If you just walked in the door
After crawling up and down the walls
You're curled up on the floor
They used to push you out of line
And make you feel just like you had
No DNA or spine
You thought it would get better
Now it happens all the time
And the Esperanto Queens
Have erased you from their dreams
You're murdered by their memory
Their laughter drowns your screams
And you're all boiled up
And you're running out of steam
Cos you're it!
And they all run away in the playground everyday
Cos you're it!
Everyone got sick of you or sick enough to say
You're It!
From Monday morn to Friday
Just keep looking straight ahead
Through the styles and stipulations
To the days you stay in bed
Either we're all out to get you
Or we're living in your head
And the mumbo jumbo mummies
Got their voodoo in the can
Their clothes are numbered one by one
You'll never understand
That one size fits everything
And that's what's called a plan
And you don't know what you did
So you don't what to do
But when you ask them what it is
They say: "It's you!"
Some day when justice reigns on down
Is it you who will be blessed?
Or does a desperate defeatist
Just get crushed like the rest?
You say they failed you out of fear
But you never sat the test
If you want the last word
Must have spoken once before
You're not even a character
If you just walked in the door
After crawling up and down the walls
You're curled up on the floor
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Stace
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
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- It Never Happened at All
- The Man With No Shadow (First Edition)
- Monkey and His Cat - Single
- The Man With No Shadow
- There's a Starbucks (Where a Starbucks Used to Be) [Live]
- Greatest Other People's Hits
- Making Love to Bob Dylan - Single
- Making Love to Bob Dylan 12" Single
- The Sound of His Own Voice
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