Patients always asking me for cigarettes
Or to take the stains from their clothes
did they have to take their legs off?
on the unsuspecting traffic
Speaking German to all the
Tell if please, tell if please
Will it make sense to you?
Will it make sense to you?
Will it make sense to you?
And in the mornin' the clock
wakes me like an ice pick
I spend the day in a constant
And if I try to at least be of some use,
Then I'll walk till my legs
it's the beginning of a mutiny
Beneath this fog, there's a vision
But that suits me, that suits me
And I never was a child prodigy,
Daniel Johns are up and leaving
Tell them please, tell them please
Will it make sense to you?
Will it make sense to you?
Will it make sense to you?