Simon Courage Flees The Coop

Running listless in the high female
100 square foot canopy,
overlooking more studio apartments.
and if i stay i will slowly fade away,
oh yeah, carry me, sweet melody, tonight.

[struck the shining ice blows
sleeping shopping carts and
liquid spice girls out of children.]

and in their yards,
they will watch the slow return.

we can just... move on!
come along, baby, paranoia is killing you
and you ain't got no money at all,
ooh, sometimes the morning comes...

and in the moonlight we can
haunt the streets, and stay open 'til day.
compliment the reptiles to find out,
just what the tax forms say.
and ain't it pretty, pretty penny
has no legs and a severe case of whooping cough.
and threw rocks on love life like home
where the hospital shut up,
to the tune of:

[tune.]

and when their doom ensues,
i just want to be with you.

and we can just... move on!
come along, baby, paranoia is trailing you
and you ain't got no money at all,
(no money, no money, no money...)
sometimes the morning comes...

don't you worry about me, mama...
i'll be off the streets someday.
and don't you worry about me, brothers,
i'll be off the streets someday.
and don't you worry, sisters,
i'll be off the streets someday.
don't you worry, darling.
i'll be off the streets someday.
don't you worry, love, i am
off the streets someday.