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Lyrics
True designers paint by numbers, never paint on glass/A bird flew from my mouth/Snake dreams, snake dreams, snake dreams, blame the monkey on my back/Or maybe I can't see/Well I've tried to straighten up/And I've tried to straighten out/Then I bend elbows again/A broken, crooked path, the question marks/
Love definers, love diviners, gypsies I suppose/And I don't know where they've been/Animal intelligence, it weighs my human mind/How I wish that I could grow/Well I've tried to straighten up/And I've tried to straighten out/Then I bend elbows again/A broken, crooked path, the question marks/
True designers paint by numbers, never paint on glass/Tainted birds flew from my mouth/Snake dreams, snake dreams, snake dreams, blame the monkey on my back/Or maybe I can't sing/Well I've tried to straighten up/And I've tried to straighten out/Then I bend elbows...
