If I had a tail to chase around
I would go for days and days
I would never cease to run amok
Until I got stuck in phrase
If I found a finger in a can
I would drink it anyway
Sprout a hundred nails and twenty hands
Scratch it off and fly away
It's such a waste
It's such a waste
It's such a waste and I can't make up for this
Stammer oh I stumble through the words
Tethering about my mind
If I could find a way
Out of the woods
Right into that frying pan
Crack your eyes open in a stew
Make it sweeter than a pill
Pour a little sugar in the wound
Mix it all up once again
It's such a waste
It's such a waste
It's such a waste and I can't make up for this
It's such a waste, oh
It's such a waste, oh
It's such a waste and I can't make up for this
And I can't make up for this
And I can't make up for this