What you think you want

 

 

Tell Me Tell Me Tell Me

Do

Why on this earth would I want to make it

with you

I've seen you here I've seen you

there

I would rather have you standing

bare

But don't leave me bitter or all

alone

Take what I give you and the accident

prone

For no mere mortal such as

I

can rest my organs and wonder

why

you sought me and not some

other

Precocious dwelling clown run back to your

mother

If you know me you know me

well

many before you would shutter to

tell

how their soul would

quiver

as my laughter did

deliver

silly of them to seek my

demise

Although your's may not hang

so

or peek as high as

though

grasp and spin you will for the

skies

Oh Tell Me Tell Me Tell Me

do

What sayeth has become of

true

As chants are but words

that can turn into curds

be certain of what you want above or below

the death of you