baby stop crying, you've got to keep trying or else you'll never learn and nothing comes easy, and shortcuts are sleazy you'll just have to wait your turn I can't stop sneezing, my lungs always wheezing I am the bubble boy sore tummy rebelling, but pot helps my belly green medicational toy
you've got to quit moaning, and get on with growing put all your bad habits at bay the glory in dying, the outbreak of crying that swept all my fears away
do you still wonder what roof I'm living under we ain't spoke in five years and things are so different, you can't trust in cupid he shot me and fucked me up bad the photos and letters that make me feel sadder than when you release me so philip stop crying, you've got to keep trying stay focused and easy
you've got to quit moaning, and get on with growing put all your bad habits at bay the glory in dying, the outbreak of crying that swept all my fears away