STRANGE YOUTH
Randy Stonehill
I've led a strange youth
I've let a strange youth
And I see things through twisted eyes
Peeking in corners when nobody's there
Talking to bugs on the wall
Running 'round naked and counting my hair
Wishing that I was a large tennis ball
Rolling on by and not caring at all
Hugging the phone but not answering the call
Painting a peanut shell's insides all red
Giving my naval a show
Inking in lines on my father's forehead
Ordering the street lights to get up and go
Or wishing that I could be covered with snow
Waiting for one of my sideburns to grow...oh
Fishing in sewers for golden de'blumes
Playing with boats in the tub
Toking my hookah on grey afternoons
Forming an I Hate Amphetamines Club
Or walking with "Biss" at twilight to the pub
Going to movies and saving the stub
(Instrumental break)
Sitting on street corners life flashing by...flash
Cleaning the dirt 'twixt my toes
Mandate from Heaven: the whole world must die
Sitting there quietly picking my nose
Oh gee, what a shame...that's the way that it goes
Everyone's guilty and everyone knows
I've led a strange youth
I've led a strange youth