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letra de moving limbs - after/thought

guard:

“alright i’ve been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade, make life take the lemons back!”

chorus:

i ask if she’d like my skin
if she knew i was a mannequin
who’s just trying to escape the mall
but there’s so many guards
and they stab me till i’m unrenowned
so why don’t you just come on down
and stand in this display with me
we’ll surprise ’em with our symmetry

verse 1:

my ma told me that i sing good
i’d sell my t-ssels but she told me to be good
said i shouldn’t be hood
ok i can’t be hood
cause my skin tone implies i gentrified the neighborhood
but my best friend showed me how to ride a bike
and with a garden hose my dad just might save
my sister from dying
while she rolled around crying
cause the fire ants sting when they swarm to bite
fight night!
and i’m still filled with fright cause
i walked in the room and lost my sight
but everybody’s blind and not much insight’s
needed to see that the future’s looking blight
i’m just tryna chill in this shantytown
we’re all mannequins
the store is burning down
but if you pose here with me
the authorities will see
a melted plastic sculpture with a heart that beats for…

chorus

verse 2:

my dad never told me that i sing good
but that’s ok cause i know that i sing good
there is some likelihood
my heart’s made of driftwood
but if you’re ever cold it can be your firewood
wait
someone must a forgot me
the clothes they left on me are starting to rot me
in after/thought, i’m not a fusspot
just contemplative as to why i’m boycotted like i’m
castro!
batista wasn’t nice
that’s not truth, i just think that it’s concise
don’t say i’m imprecise
i’m placed here to entice
you to purchase all of this overpriced merchandise
i see you staring at me through the window
though i’m a model
not familiar with the lingo
i hate this mannequin jingo
i wanna grow wings
yo lack of plastic makes my heart beat
andantino

chorus

guard:

“get mad!”

verse 3:

i wish i wasn’t immobile
but i can prove to you that i’ve still got
guile
have you ever heard a mannequin sing?
ok, you can’t hear me sing
but there’s something inside me that rings!
i guess you think there’s nothing left to say
i took the road, you took the alleyway
but please don’t cutaway
i’m trying to underlay
a communique of the world completely in disarray!
and i don’t know
why i care about naivete
waylayed emigres
or fibergl-ss vertebrates
faraday’s induction doesn’t work with paper mache!
the interplay between an applique and her resume
always leaves her underpaid
but what’s repartee to the milky way?

bridge:

today’s matinee will focus on how i
just don’t know
how i can stay in this display
i just want to run away
cause i can’t get you to play this game

verse 4:

i want to break out of this copycat safari
don’t worry bout the guards
who cares if i’m their quarry
i just want to be near you cause you put off such an “aura-y”
i saw you, now i’m soaring
the music came out pouring
and i know my whole life is a dream
but the kibbutzims have gotten too extreme
and in high esteem
declare it blasphemy
moving upstream, tearing through the inseam
and i cry
“this mannequin world is a lie!
i’ve seen an angel and felt the stimuli!”
i espy i’ll defy
i will not be calcified
i’ll move my limbs
just wanna move my limbs
just wanna move my limbs
just wanna move my limbs
just wanna move my
limbs

out-tro:

but though i wanna chase the bedouins
and feel the blowing wind
i’m just a lowly mannequin
who doesn’t have any limbs
and since i can’t seem to get unpinned
you’re gonna have to come on in
and share a little pose with me
we can delight in the symmetry

guard:

“do you know who i am? i’m the man whose gonna burn your house down! with the lemons! i’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!”

- afterthought

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