Minus Two - Fishboy

In 1981 I was minus two

Dreaming of the things I was gonna do

When I got up the nerve to exit out the womb

I’d open up my mouth and I’d be singing to the room

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

And every single day until a day last week

When I closed my eyes I would be singing in my sleep

Picture perfect songs for all the world to keep

But when I raised my head I thought I’d never sang a

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

And now the day is over just as it begun

So let’s all sing the song for things that we have done

And things we haven’t done

In 1991 when I was only eight

My father sat me down and said someday

You will write a song a song so great

It will save the lone star state

So here’s a tape recorder

Here’s a microphone

Chronicle the songs

You sing when you’re alone

And thank the lord above

For the gift he’s bestowed

Now open up your mouth

And sing until you’re old

La-la-la-la-la-la

But expectations are so high

And so I never go outside

I sit inside my room

I write a song and hit record

On a Portastudio 424 it’s true

It’s all I do

In twenty zero six I am twenty two

Dreaming of the things I am gonna do

When I get up the nerve to exit out my room

I’ll open up my mouth and I’ll be singing to ya

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

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