101 Strings Orchestra Follow

Who, so solemnly and nicely dressed come visit me
I must confess, I feel like Gena might
Upon her opening night

And so, the hounding begins
A sudden crack on the shins
Whip stinging, say, "Oh, hello
You look like someone I know"

Fiery red, I give my mom
My dad, transparent, he is gone
My sisters, I give black and white
And guys I hate, well, fuck 'em bright
My friends get shades of blue
And ginger green to you

While sniggering up your sleeve
A kid, a joke, just like wee
Guys in a schoolyard, aged five
The baddest honcho alive

Track down your friends to a bar
Trace over steps in a car
Say, that's a pretty excuse
Make mine a pineapple juice

Bugbears are plenty round here
Give him a clip on the ear
Says, dad in front of TV
Decide channel randomly

I feel something coming on
A funny turn or a wrong decision made casually
Like dad in front of TV, regurgitation and goo
Ten squillion eyes watch

As you put up a pretty good fight
On this, your opening night
On this, your opening night
On this, your opening night
On this, your opening night
On this, your opening night

Who, so solemnly and nicely dressed come visit me
I must confess, I feel like Gena might