marching to a different drummer
Last night we sat upon our future
You said it’s too late for rehearsals
Here’s my daughter trying to fake an accent
Here’s my daughter trying to fake herself
Monday it’s all we need
Friday we stay and read
Thursday we drink to see
Sunday it’s all about weed
All the freckles we adore
They keep on getting more
Wednesday you play and bleed
Saturday pays entrance fee
Oh, what you see is what you get
Oh, just another speaking act
And all you did to me was not quite elementary
And all you thought of me was not too complimentary
