4/19/9 :: Clarity

the yellow walls are lined with portraits

and i got my new red fetching leather jacket

all these poses, such beautiful poses

makes any boy feel like pickin' up roses

there's never been such graver matter

as comparing our new brand name black sunglasses

all these poses, such beautiful poses

makes any boy feel as pretty as princes

the green autumnal parks conducting

and the city streets, a wondrous chorus singing

all these poses, oh, how can you blame me?

life is a game and true love is a trophy

and you said watch my head about it

baby, you said watch my head about it

my head about it

oh no, oh no, oh no

oh no, oh no...

no kidding.

we climbed amongst these packs of reasons

for to smoke the days away into the evenings

all these poses of classical torture

ruin my mind like a snake in orchard

i did go from wanting to be someone

now, i'm drunk and wearing flip flops on fifth avenue

once you've fallen from classical virtue

wont have a soul for to wake up and hold you

in the green autumnal park conducting

all the city streets, a wondrous chorus singing

all these poses, now no longer boyish

made me a man, now but who cares what that is

and you said watch my head about it

baby, you said watch my head about it

my head about it

oh no, oh no, oh no,

oh no, oh no..

and you said watch my head about it

baby, you said watch my head about it

my head about it

oh no, oh no, oh no

oh no

oh no

no kidding.