Ballpoint Pen - Thingy

Who’s gonna wash their feet upside down

And who’s gonna mosh with their arm broken?

Are you gonna wait for me?

Are you gonna wait for me?

And who’s gonna take a nice Sunday out?

And who’s gonna kick the ball in the house?

And who’s gonna bid for the mailman’s pouch?

And who’s gonna set fire to the couch?

And who’s gonna build when the yard’s burning?

Write this down, better write this down

Got a feeling gone

Forget it if I don’t write this down

And who’s gonna sue when they’re not working?

And who’s gonna count when it won’t open?

And who’s gonna feel for you when you’ve gone

Into the sea with the birdies and the fish

And wounded me?

Write down the crime with a ballpoint pen

With a ballpoint pen

Will it come at me with a ballpoint pen?

Will it stab my hand so I can’t write anymore?

Got a feeling gone

Forget it if I don’t write this down

And who’s gonna take a nice Sunday out?

And who’s gonna kick the ball in the house?

And who’s gonna bid for the mailman’s pouch?

And who’s gonna set fire to the couch?

And who’s gonna build when the yard’s burning?

Write this down, better write this down

Got a feeling gone

Forget it if I don’t write this down

And who’s gonna sue when they’re not working?

And who’s gonna count when it won’t open?

And who’s gonna feel for you when you’ve gone?

Who’s gonna wash their feet upside down?

And who’s gonna mosh with their arm broken?

Are you gonna wait for me?

Are you gonna wait for me?

And who’s gonna take a nice Sunday out?

And who’s gonna kick the ball in the house?

And who’s gonna bid for the mailman’s pouch?

And who’s gonna set fire to the couch?

And who’s gonna build when the yard’s burning?

And who’s gonna sue when they’re not working?

And who’s gonna count when it won’t open?

And who’s gonna feel for you when you’ve gone?