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I cannot name this
I cannot explain this
And I really don’t want to
Just call me shameless
I can’t even slow this down
Let alone stop this
And I keep looking around
But I cannot top thisIf I had any sense
I guess I’d fear this
I guess I’d keep it down
So no one would hear this
I guess I’d shut my mouth
And rethink a minute
But I can’t shut it now
‘Cause there’s something in itWe’re in a room without a door
And I am sure without a doubt
They’re gonna want to know
How we got in here
And they’re gonna want to know
How we plan to get out
We better have a good explanation
For all the fun we had
‘Cause they are coming for us, baby
And they are going to be mad
Yeah, they’re going to be mad at usThis is my skeleton
This is the skin it’s in
That is according to light
And gravity
I’ll take off my disguise
The mask you met me in
‘Cause I got something for
For you to see
Just gimme your skeleton
Give me the skin it’s in
Yeah, baby, this is you
According to me
And I never avert my eyes
I never compromise
So never never mind
The poetryWe’re in a room without a door
And I am sure without a doubt
They’re gonna want to know
How we got in here
And they’re gonna want to know
How we plan to get out
We better have a good explanation
For all the fun we had
‘Cause they are coming for us, baby
And they are going to be mad
Yeah, they’re going to be mad at usI gotta cover my butt ’cause I covet
Another man’s wife
I gotta divide my emotions
Into wrong and right
Then I get to see how close I can get to it
Without giving in
Then I get to rub up against it
‘Til I break the skin
Yeah, I get to rub up against it
‘Til I break the skinThey’re gonna be mad at us
They’re gonna be mad at me and you
They’re gonna be mad at us
And all the things
We want to doThey’re gonna be mad at us
They’re gonna be mad at me and you
They’re gonna be mad at us
And all the things
We want to doJust please don’t name this
Please don’t explain this
Just blame it all on me
Just say I was shameless
Say I couldn’t slow it down
Let alone stop it
And say you just hung around
‘Cause you couldn’t top it
The Haunted Typewriter 