I want to laugh
I want to cry
I want to push my face into a pumpkin pie
I want to kiss
I want to talk
I want to take my cats for a walk downtown
So they can shop around
Old Rousseau he had some brains, he said –
We’re born free but we’re everywhere in chains
Wine at night
Tea in the morning
I find myself increasingly boring – don’t you?
My life’s a joke
But I’m not laughing
Each day’s a feast but I’m fasting
I just keep passing (and passing)
Old Rousseau he had some brains, he said –
We’re born free but we’re everywhere in chains
I could go insane
Nah, what a pain
I want to fight
I want to play
I want to hide myself away from everyone
Damn these clouds
I want the sun
I want to make good love in the great outdoors
With someone
Old Rousseau he had some brains, he said –
We’re born free but we’re everywhere in chains