Из альбома: The Mother, The Mechanic, and The Path
so Take the boy to the back of her uppers ears
We got some dirty little secrets we don't want him to hear
And his business you don't question someones wealth
Well chain him to the bed so he won't run away
We'll take his piggy bank and cash it in on our way
Just chase your dreams and never let them go
Decorations, Decorations
Decorations, Decorations
But you can kick it in the back and think it will all go away
Take some pills for the pain and throw your voice away
Someone else is waiting right back there
So you've been talking to the richons and your cheek bones hurt
And then a little baby talk to make sure you still care
Its all about the point where we both spoke that we all speak for ourselves
Decorations, Decorations
Decorations, Decorations
Decorations, Decorations
Decorations, Decorations