Soap On a Rope

There’s so many things you can believe in.
Why can’t one of them be me?
Cause I’ve lost and traded, masturbated everything away.
It seems I’ve given away more than I’m worth.
Well, when you’re singing high, you’re singing solo.
No one wants to see you when you’re down.
When you’re singing harmony with no accompany, you better change your tune.
Nobody wants your attitude.
You’re out of tune.
So, so, so get off, get off, get off of your high chair.
Don’t you know there’s better weather elsewhere.
Get your hair out of your eyes, don’t you know your life’s been circumcised.
Get up boy, get up, get off your ass.
Well everyone’s looking for the wallet they lost.
And night before that, their car keys.
Well my records are scratched and my jeans ain’t patched.
Kinda cold around the knees.
Where did I put those keys?
Well the ice cream trucks rolling down my street.
It’s taking me back when I was young.
When the ice cream melt that’s how I felt, like a puddle on the ground.
Growing up just always brings me down, so down.
So, so, so get off, get off, get off of your high chair.
Don’t you know there’s better weather elsewhere.
Get your hair out of your eyes, don’t you know your life’s been circumcised.
Get up boy, get up, get off your ass.
Well I don’t want to be like soap on a rope, getting used as I’m hanging around.
Maybe I’m hanging on to something that I really just don’t need.
So, so, so get off, get off, get off of your high chair.
Don’t you know there’s better weather elsewhere.
Get your hair out of your eyes, don’t you know your life’s been circumcised.
Get up boy, get up, get off your ass.
Get up boy, get up, get off your ass.
Get up boy, get up, get off your ass.