Lyrics
S o m e b o d y
© 1996 Marisa Bozza
Words & Music.
So I've got my hat on the table, and my assistants ready
(as far as I know), so we pull the curtain back, and pretend not to notice...
they're watching.
These rabbits keep multiplying, not me though, I'm dying.
Some evil breed of virus has got me down for the count.
The cosmic spit-bucket-holder had better be equipped,
I'm gonna need a little help for my next trick.
I'm a little Dickens, just like Oliver Twist,
don't ask me how we've come to this,
burning all the money, shooting all the dogs,
eating all the candy, running naked thru the fog,
tommorrow never came, Jesus never called,
Santa's helpers ran away, and Atlas dropped the world.
These rabbits keep multiplying, look Ma, I'm flying.
Some evil seed in the wind has gotten into me again.
I keep all the worlds I've ever broken in a store-house
under my collarbone. Some nights, I creep down its' ladder,
shut the hatch-way, and die there, alone.
And a silent echo is the lullaby that swallows me, as I cry...
somebody..
These rabbits keep dying.
Look Ma, I'm multiplying.
Over, and over, and over again,
I hate all of them....
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