Songtexte:
The Paper Chase

: I'm running out of rhymes I'm running out of art I'm running out of songs to sing About this wicked world breaking my heart I caught the smell of

: How could you, let it in your house? Let in your bed? To the wall inlay, another shiv instead. So how did it taste, when you kiss it on the face? To

: Which way? Which way? You strike a face Like atom bombs, if you will Now did I mention or did I Your nucleus nuclei-eye I got you right where I want

: The ghosts will toast champagne And organize like veins Conspire and then commiserate And then it's into the oven, into the oven The baby hair you

: This is it, huh? Today's the day I got something built up in you When I search the skies, it's the same thing All over again, not again When I search

: I'm climbing up your old staircase And finding where you're ticklish I clean you out of my fingernails And paw you out of my dish And in the doughy

: We could have all this. We could have everything, and everyday we make it more impossible. What'd you say? I said we could have everything. We can

: You were the last one to be saved. So, don't be the last one to the parlor that Sunday. 'Cause now I, I like to think you are ashamed. But I like to

: We set out in the spring With a trunk full of books about everything About solar devices And how nice natural childbirth is We cut down some trees