The Wedding Present Follow

Like a broken vacuum cleaner you just push the dirt around
Oh let’s not fight we don’t have all night
You’re right, you be the bait, I’ll be the bite

You’ll be the dictator I’ll be the oppressed
You’ll be the third world and I’ll be the West
You’ll be the last giant panda bear I’ll be the last giant panda bear sperm
You’ll be the baby bird and I’ll be the regurgitated worms

You’ll be the shooter girl and I’ll be the bar
You’ll be the frat boy I’ll be the guitar
You’ll be the lost kid at the zoo I’ll be the ice cream on your chin
You’ll be the newborn baby looking for a way back in

Thank God that I’ve got the things that I’ve got
But a lot of things I’ve got are things I never knew I needed til
I met you and you taught me a thing or two about things
Things like love and buildings, things like death and happy birthday cake
Things like how to give and never take
Things like the things that people make

You’ll be construction and I’ll be destruction
You’ll be the worker I’ll be the means of production
You’ll be the leftist student punk I’ll be the accountant you’ll become
You’ll be the minivan I’ll be the jeans you think make you look young

Thank God that I’ve got the things that I’ve got
But a lot of things I’ve got are things I never knew I needed til
I met you and you taught me a thing or two about things
Things like love and buildings, things like death and happy birthday cake
Things like how to give and never take
Things like the things that people make

Like a broken vacuum cleaner you just push the dirt around
Oh let’s not fight we don’t have all night