Faust Arp

One, two, three, four Wakey, wakey, rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again Watch me fall like dominoes in pretty patterns Fingers in the blackbird pie I'm tingling, tingling, tingling It's what you feel, not what you ought to, what you ought to Reasonable and sensible, dead from the neck up I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you but no, no, no For no real reason Squeeze the tubes and empty bottles And take a bow, take a bow, take a bow It's what you feel, not what you ought to, what you ought to The elephant that's in the room is Tumbling, tumbling, tumbling Duplicate and triplicate and plastic bags And duplicate and triplicate, dead from the neck up I guess I'm stuffed, stuffed, stuffed We thought you had it in you but no, no, no Exactly where do you get off? Is enough, is enough I love you but enough is enough, enough of that stuff There's no real reason You've got a head full of feathers You got melted to butter