If there was ever a call here to cause alarm I’d like a nuclear bomb I’m here with the Prozac & broken arm Third time’s a charm On the top of the world in a surgical gown And it’s a long way down See I’m a believer with glandular fever Council to the crown
But if it was up to me though I could just disappear And be gone, gone, gone I wouldn’t have to tell anyone I could just up and go
As you’re flicking the glass I’m at the water’s edge Still pitching a wedge Are you seeing a pattern, are you splitting the atom Down here on the farm Everything’s fine, yes I’m feeling ok Don’t look at me that way See I’m a deceiver with a lacrimal gland I can cry on demand
But if it was up to me though I could just disappear And be gone, gone, gone I wouldn’t have to tell anyone I could just up and go