Wipe the knife and slice through another new head of iceberg I serve more hors doeuvres to the trashcan than to any man where I work Waste in this place is a terrible thing to mind, likewise time And Im sure stacking glasses in the back is a total waste of mine But is it all just as small as it seems to be? Its obscene what the scenery costs when dreams are free Sundays she makes dates with inmates and reads to each one from books And when their fingers linger under big words they give her dumb looks She believes in Stephen hes been writing an exciting piece of prose Though only weeks from his release and the police are patting down his clothes But the long way is never the wrong way when its homeward To be happy, yeah if you ask me, is only a matter of homework And its all in the wrist Care do not I you can words my twist Cause its easy, so easy that you might miss Cause its all in the wrist Care do not I you can words my twist Cause its easy, so easy that you might miss Care do not I you can words my twist Cause its all in the wrist Care do not I you can words my twist Cause its easy, so easy that you might miss Care do not I you can words my twist Cause its all in the wrist Care do not I you can words my twist Cause its easy, so easy that you might miss Care do not I you can words my twist