Eddie From Ohio - Observation lyrics

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Eddie From Ohio - Observation lyrics

Mama, oh, I've tried But can't see from the back I can hear the chalk a screechin' but to me it's a sea of black And I've often tried the front Closer to the blackened sea But the back of my neck's Gettin' awfully raw from all the trajectory I hear laughing, I hear voices I hear what could be Chinese But the meeting with the teacher Could not make sense of these It's not that I'm slow I think everyone is quick So they put me under observation Fill my head with dye Look for the reason why That they put me under observation Brush it under a rug One day it'll all go away Mama, I don't know How these beets got in my coat They brought me to this little room And told me I could use the phone That's why before you cut that check There's a man who you should meet Could I visit with him daily And plus, I don't even like beets Smash the windows, tear the curtains If I don't get my way The governor has promised me A comfy place to stay; It's not that I'm well I think everyone is sick So he put me under observation Thinking he might know Whether or not he should go And put me on some medication Brush it under a rug One day it'll all go away Now could you tell me Did my life start at fifteen They gave me just a little charge And the rest is a blur to me I feel silly, I feel stupid I feel happy all the time I feel silly, I feel stupid Oh, you heard me the first time Hear me ramble, hear me babble Now don't you walk away I have something very important I forgot what I was going to say So they have me under observation Life out on the farm Protecting me from harm Protecting me from laceration Brush it under the rug One day it'll all go away Mama say goodnight now I'll smoke before I sleep I know, I know, don't tell me Don't smoke and fall asleep I feel drowsy and unconscious As I lie upon this bed I should probably turn the light out But I'll lie back instead . . Mama can't you hear me Don't you love me anymore I can't put out my cigarette I can't make it to the door I feel weightless and angelic And the view up here is nice You can tell them to come over And unhook their device And I'll keep you under observation Carry on like always And don't cry for a minute ‘cause this might be cause for celebration I think I've grown some wings It's time to fly away

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