Ativan Halen Lyrics

Ativan Halen sits in the park while

Ativan Halen can't play guitar and maman

Studies statistical mechanics

Only cuz dad can't stand it

Ma and Pa lay in their bed

They're waiting for a flood to wash over them, they know

That they are in a struggle, waiting for this Triassic cuddle

And maman speaks in her native French, il m'a foe une cigarrette

She mumbles to Nikolai Petrovich

Come on save your breath and give me one last chance

And Ativan Halen studies string theory

As Ativan Halen looks to Diogenes

Cuz Ativan Halen's dad looks like Richard Corey

Ma and Pa lay in their bed

They're waiting for a flood to wash over them, they know

That they are in a struggle, waiting for this Triassic cuddle

And maman speaks in her native French, il m'a foe une cigarrette

She mumbles to Nikolai Petrovich

Come on save your breath and give me one last chance

And he wants to be an anesthesiologist

And she wants to be a philosopher of the heart, much like Soren or Kierkegaard

Ma and Pa lay in their bed

They're waiting for a flood to wash over them, they know

That they are in a struggle, waiting for this Triassic cuddle (Ma and Pa lay in their bed)

And maman speaks in her native French, il m'a foe une cigarrette

(They're waiting for a flood to wash over them, they know)

She mumbles to Nikolai Petrovich (That they are in a struggle, waiting for this)

Come on save your breath and give me one last chance

And maman speaks in her old fashioned English, darling dear I need a cigarette