If you comb the air clea
Leave it as it was found
Have your dinner in a brown paper bag to take home
If we had the symptoms
If our sores were all black we'll be writing a book
We'd be covering that
We'll be handing out numbers
We'll be looking for you
We've been trying to find out what it is that you do with a fluffy pillow over my mouth and my nose
We are under your thumb
We are slaves on a boat burning blood in the fire that is keeping you warm
We are under the table
We are yelling the truth
We are singing in silence
We are dancing for you
We're quite frankly embarrassed
We're shocked and we're scared but we won't go down silent yes
We will wake you up with a fluffy pillow over your mouth and your nose
These hands are for work out of love
Everything else seems to be way too hard
Do we know when it is the time to say stop and to walk home smiling
