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Mad as rabbits
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Pretty. Odd.
Come save me from walking of a windowsill
or I sleep in the rain.
Don't you remember when I was a bird
and you were a map?
Now he drags down miles in America,
briefcase in hand.
The stove is creeping up his spine again,
can't get enough trash.
(aaaaaaaaaaah)
He took the days for pageant
became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habbits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yeah, who could have more?
His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
Preached the devil in the belfry
He checked in to learn his clothes
had been thieved at the train station.
The rope hung his other branch
and at the end was a dog called bambi
Who was chewing on his Parliaments
when he tried to save the calendar business, he tried to save the Calendar business...
He took the days for pageant
became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits.
Who could ask for anymore?
Yeah, who could have more?
The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
fell to a cheap crowd
So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
You know we live in a toy.
Paul Gates bought himself a trumpet from a Salvation Army.
But there ain't no sunshine in his song
We must reinvent love
Reinvent love
Reinvent looooooooooove
