Two Twelve-Year-Olds in a Trenchcoat Lyrics

Wonder when the Abwehr will find out that

I'm two twelve-year-olds in a trenchcoat

Passing for a man with a permanent falsetto.

Too cynical for self improvement

Only movement in the case of an emergency

I could drown in a jacuzzi.

And I can rarely see the bottom of my sink

Flushing the seals in fear to find a place to drink

And a crashing dream is pretty bad

but it's worse when you're the pilot.

I was in a bar and everyone was playing darts

With poorly printed cut-out images of other-looking people from TV.

There was a girl she had a gif tattoo

She told the coat check that she was through with her dude

But she hadn't told him because he doesn't have a clue

And besides he still has those tickets.

I'm a champion of lethargy

I'm an effigy I am burning every morning

'Til the sun come in the tiny little window that

I have chiseled and then covered with a rubbish bag

To keep the light from blinding me.

A geezer on my bedside is unwrapping his hard candy

Every midnight 'til noon-thirty and

No amount of mother's singing can distract me from the drilling.

I could use a pharmaceutical or seven to reduce me

But the doctor is suspicious

And his car has iron doors that only open from the outside.

So maybe I'm All Right.

Maybe I have all of the tools that I need to climb out of the well when I am ready.

I'll give myself a funny haircut take my body for a run

And hold the palm out to the river waiting for a better feeling to come.