Simplicity

Simple as a pimple on a dogs cock
You can tell a dog-fucker by the way that he walk
Jump in line
Everything’s fine
It’s all good
Except we’re all out of time
Hickory dickory dock
With every tick of the clock
Times keeps slipping, slipping, slipping away
Until there’s none left
Until tomorrow’s today
Rhyme without reason
Fishing out season
Ever wonder why
Things take so much longer when you watch them
Water to boiling
Paint to dry
Down by the lake
On the lakeshore
She sells cockle shells
And so much more
Down by the lake
On the lakeshore
She sells cockles shells



And much, much more
Of that you can be sure
Walk like a blind man
Talk you deaf mute
Ever wonder how others see you
Do they see what you do when you see you
Or do they see what they want when they see you
And look right through you
Locked inside the garden gate
There is no reason for the gate
Locked inside the garden gate
What’s the reason for the gate
First I saw a mountain
That’s what I saw
That’s what I saw
Then it was a molehill
That was all
That was all
Locked inside the garden gate
Locked inside the garden gate
Far too long
Far too long
Seeing things differently
From here I see
From here I see
This how the world is to me
How it appears to me
From the inside looking out
Everything is greener
Everything I see
Everything’s much greener
That I can see
From where I stand
I see the world differently
From where I stand
Seeing things differently
Is the only way to see
For me
It’s all I know
It’s all I have
And that’s how the world appears to me
To be
Spend a day in my shoes
Help me wear them in


Then fill it to the brim Jim
Gimme some more
No shirt, no shoes, no service
Toss em out the door
Locked inside my room
Locked inside my room
What’s the reason for the door
What’s the reason I am here
Were I not
Where would I be
I would not be
Locked inside my room
Inside my room
What a mess
Sitting locked with a mess
Inside my room
Inside my room
But worst of all
I can’t find a broom
A good sweep is all
That I need
Inside my room
Inside my room
Layer upon layer
Emotional dust piled high
Caked on
Baked on
After years of tears
Free to leave whenever
I want
Whenever I find the door
Inside my room
Or is it the garden gate
The hedges have grown so tall
I can’t see the garden or the gate
I can’t much
But I’m still seeing things differently
Just like before
Sure the grass might be greener now
I still can’t find the gate or the door.