He lives inside my head, tells me what to say When he turns the trains on, and he makes it go away The hands are cracked and filthy, and the nails are beetle wings When he turns the trains on, he unties all of the strings Tell me something beautiful, tell me something free Tell me something beautiful, I wish that I could be Someone, someone Someone, someone I wish that I could be Someone, someone Someone, someone I wish tomorrow would never ever come, come Smells like children Smells like children He lives inside my mouth, and tells me what to say The toys all smell like children, and the scab-knees will obey I'll have to kneel on broomsticks, just to make it go away Because the children, and nothing I can say Tell me something beautiful, tell me something free Tell me something beautiful, I wish that I could be Someone, someone Someone, someone I wish that I could be Someone, someone Someone, someone I wish tomorrow would never ever come, come Smells like children Smells like children Sometimes I'm feeling all those things The things I shouldn't say Sometimes I'm feeling all those things I wish that I'd never, never... Someone, someone Someone, someone I wish that I could be Someone, someone Someone, someone I wish tommorow would never ever... Someone, someone Someone, someone I wish that I could be Someone, someone Someone, someone I wish tommorow would never ever... Smells like childrenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
