I’m working on my hands and knees
In the dirty garden of my dreams
I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds
I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds
Since I arrived here, I am more at peace
Than I have ever felt with my inner beast
And I wonder why it matters to me
Whether I control my Hyde or let it break free
Sometimes I’m kicking up trouble
Other times I let sleeping dogs lie
I’m Paul Simon, I’m the boy in the bubble;
I got fifty ways to leave you high and dry
I’m Thom Yorke, I’m the Karma police
I’m the subterranean homesick John Cleese
I’m Monty Python meets Freddie Mercury
I’m the killer queen of the Kitchissippi
I'm Tom Cruise, I'm mission impossible
I'm such risky business, I ain't machine washable.
This rap fabric too threadbare to launder
The words are worn down, but it's too late to ponder
I’m working on my hands and knees
In the dirty garden of my dreams
I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds
I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds
This is life and I’m not disappointed
But I’m scared of dying before I get to the point of it
Please let me in on the secret
I don’t wanna wait, I wanna go out and seek it
I’m the luckiest man in the whole O-town
When I have your arms wrapped around me
I rap even when I’m feeling down
To remind me that I’m so happy you found me
I'm Thom Yorke, I'm the homesick alien
I'm a fitter, happier Robert Allen Zimmerman
I'm a rolling stone and Frank Zappa
I'm really rappin', it's really happening
Mother of invention, I don't even care
My best laid intentions left me bare
I'm the O-town answer to Okkervil River
Kitchissippi life on the starry stairs
I’m the guy at the back of theatre
I’m the one fan clapping when the credits rolls
At the afterparty, I’ll see you later
And invite you out for a sordid stroll
It's not a movie, I'm sippin’ tea
Watching you slowly undress for me
The sun is slipping below the trees
I love you so much, Kitchissippi
I’m working on my hands and knees
In the dirty garden of my dreams
I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds
I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds
The greatest tale never told
Is the one about the two of us growing old
In Kitchissippi, life’s a beach
But only because you’re within my reach.
Sometimes I’m kicking up trouble
Other times I let sleeping dogs lie
I’m Paul Simon, I’m the boy in the bubble;
I got fifty ways to leave you high and dry
I’m Tom Wilson, I'm the rodeo king
I’m a Junkhouse, I'm Garbage, I'm everything
to everyone, I'm Art Alexakis
I'll buy you a new life 'cause I'm paid to fake it
I’m working on my hands and knees
In the dirty garden of my dreams
I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds
I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds
Since I arrived here, I am more at peace
Than I have ever felt with my inner beast
And I wonder why it matters to me
Whether I control my Hyde or let it break free
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