Dead from the neck up
A last stop, there's no real reason

And take a bow, take a bow, take a bow
Watch me fall like dominos
It's what you feel now
I'm tingling, tingling, tingling
It's what you feel now

And duplicate and triplicate

Reasonable and sensible
What you ought to, what you ought to

Dead from the neck up
But no, no, no
Is enough, is enough
Fingers in the blackbird pie
What you ought to, what you ought to
An elephant that's in the room
I guess I'm stuck, stuck, stuck

Is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine
You got a head full of feathers
In duplicate and triplicate and plastic bags
We thought you had it in you
Exactly where do you get off
You got melted to butter
It's on again, off again, on again

We thought you had it in you
But no, no, no, for no real reason
I guess I'm stuck, stuck, stuck
I love you but enough is enough, enough
In pretty patterns