Abigail Lyrics

Abigail keeps her vices in a plastic box

So she knows where to find them when she wants to be bad

Adam dances with visions in the grey light of dawn

He'll have to put them away if he wants to be like his dad

Meanwhile Eric lies awake

Plotting the murder of a cat so he can finally get some sleep

And Agnes, nobody ever sings about girls named Agnes

Mother didn't want her to grow up and meet some rock n roll creep

Can't this go on just a little bit longer

We could stay awake all night or just another hour or two

Maybe take a head trip to Egypt for a ride on the llamas

Heather likes to read Walden while she sits on the john

She says it makes her feel better about the state of her life

Alex talks to this one guy on his way into work

Just a little habit of his that he likes to hide from his wife

Meanwhile Tommy's turning red

Laughing about the joys of Woodstock and the way things used to be

And Ignatius, another poor soul's been named Ignatius

Selling hot dogs in the French Quarter and pushing propaganda on the street

Can't this go on just a little bit longer

We could stay awake all night or just another hour or two

Maybe catch a glimpse of the reaper in his silken pajamas