The birthday present

Have another skin full
Put it in your eye
And if it's lying on the table
Don't be so shy

You should be afraid
Take it everywhere
of you could have the bruises
When the water's on its way
I could be someone you hate
Familiar to the taste
The feather's on the blind --side--
And always on your case

Have another skin full
Put it in your eye

So you pass it, you pass it
The ceiling's black and grey
Pushing your arms with all her weight

You pass it, you pass it
The purple rope won't tear
Why do you rest, when you stare?

The curtains closed again
If your lady's on parade
You take it on the call there
'Cause you could have this made

Because your birthday's getting cold
Just wishing you would go
'Cause we could be much older
If you only did what you're told

Have another skin full
Put it in your eye
And if it's lying on the table
Don't be so shy

So you pass it, you pass it
The ceiling's black and grey
You're pushing your arms with all her weight
Winning the prize for holding shame

You pass it, you pass it
The purple rope won't tear
Why do you rest, when you stare?

So you pass it, you pass it

Not rare, take your hands off all the chairs
Will you play off all the others
If you say it will be fair
Your birthday cards with no presents
With your charms down by your side
Will you play off all the others
You'll go nowhere
If you tiptoe slowly
'Cause you'll go nowhere