"Don't ever grow up kid", That's what my grandpa told me, right before they checked him in and cataloged his clothing. cause when you are a little child then crazy is creative.
Then you reach a certain age and the world will deem you dangerous, but I would never hurt a fly unless it sold my secrets to a spider on the wall, whose eight eyes are contagious.
I wanna tell you all these things before I see the doctor, cause I don't know what I'll remember one they start to shock me
Yes the world will be cold, yes, the world will be cruel
Sometimes the only thing that you or I could do is:
Laugh about it
Cry about it
Dance around it
Like another fool
Cause we're all fools
I guess it started back right at my daddy's funeral
While everyone shook and cried I thought about that new girl
And how a flower in her hair would make her more fantastic
So after his eulogy I picked one off the casket
The next day in our science class I left it by her note book
It was all brown and burned the smell of death had killed it
When she saw my wilted heart she raised her hand, said
"Teacher, someone left trash on my desk, can you call someone to clean it."
Yes, the world will be cold, yes, the world will be cruel
Sometimes the only thing that you or I could do is:
Laugh about it
Cry about it
Dance around it
Like another fool
Yes, the world will be cold, the world will be cruel
Sometimes the only thing that you or I could do is:
Laugh about it
Cry about it
Dance around it
Like another fool
Laugh about it
Cry about it
Dance around it
Laugh about it
Cry about it
Dance around it
Laugh about it
Cry about it
Dance around it