Spook 234
Like a yellow stain on white pants
You pretend it doesnt exist
And do your best to hide until the end of the day
Hoping that no one noticed
The brief parade of your shame
When you got up to get another pile of work
Cause once is tragic
And twice is funny
But three times is just sad
And there you're found the next morning
Feet hanging out of the door
Pointed Earthward towards your frozen concrete steps
And none of the neighbors can tell
If you're alive or you're dead
As you lie snoring in a pile of your own sick
Cause once is funny
And twice is tragic
But three times is just sad
You hope that no one noticed
The brief parade of your shame
They all respect you,
Wouldn't laugh behind your back
But its yellow, after all,
And triggers something prurient
Everyone turns thirteen when they see you pass by
Cause once is tragic
And twice is funny
But three times is just sad
Like a yellow stain on white pants
You pretend it doesnt exist
And do your best to hide until the end of the day
Hoping that no one noticed
The brief parade of your shame
When you got up to get another pile of work
Cause once is tragic
And twice is funny
But three times is just sad
And there you're found the next morning
Feet hanging out of the door
Pointed Earthward towards your frozen concrete steps
And none of the neighbors can tell
If you're alive or you're dead
As you lie snoring in a pile of your own sick
Cause once is funny
And twice is tragic
But three times is just sad
You hope that no one noticed
The brief parade of your shame
They all respect you,
Wouldn't laugh behind your back
But its yellow, after all,
And triggers something prurient
Everyone turns thirteen when they see you pass by
Cause once is tragic
And twice is funny
But three times is just sad
