Hey kid, come on down, quit collecting clouds!
You're much better off catching worms from the ground.
Now sit, type, and stare at a pretty, new screen.
And all hail the voice that wakes up your dreams.
You can go anywhere while asleep in your bed.
But when you wake up, shake it all from your head.
Slip on a smile and tie, and force down some coffee.
And all hail the boy who swallows his screams.
The road is long and dark!
Cutthroat, cold and harsh...
That's just the way it is.
So all hail the pearls that flow from those lips.
Are you choking from all the dust in the street?
And are you sick of living life two days a week?!
Well the carousel spins in an infinite course...
So all hail the kid who jumps off his horse, jumps off his horse.
Lalalalalalala!
Writer(s): Jack Conte
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