I don't know what to say, I don't believe in Heaven
But you were crucified, I'll see you in wherever
When everybody talks, they sound as if they mean it
When everbody cried I wasn't there to see it
Get down off the wall at twenty past eleven
Got to end your life when you turn twenty-seven
If anybody asks then blame it on the parents
If anyone should care, it's written in the papers
While I was gone, the grass grew long
The birds have flown to find themselves a better home
All settled in, all comfortable
The carpet's worn
We should have left the kettle on
Get down off the wall at twenty past eleven
Got to end your life when you turn twenty-seven
When everybody talks, they sound as if they mean it
When everbody cried I wasn't there to see it
While I was gone, the grass grew long
The birds have flown to find themselves a better home
All settled in, all comfortable
The carpet's worn
We should have left the kettle on
(I've been blamed a thousand times for wanting not to waste my life
All those times when I have tried to see through someone else's eyes)
While I was gone, the grass grew long
The birds have flown to find themselves a better home
All settled in, all comfortable
The carpet's worn
We should have left the kettle on
If we can get this tree back up...
If we can get this tree back up...
...We can swing from it
We can swing from it.
