day is done, had my fun
can't stop chewing on my tongue
could a secondary thought be called a heresy?
though it's not a bitter thought,
it comes across my head a lot
man, I'm sorry, but this ain't no fuckin charity
all these little lines are part of a grand design
so tell me just one more time
like we're little flies
'cept for the fact we're blind
we crash into walls and cry
unless maybe we're lucky and get a second try
if you ask me, i surely will never tell a lie
I'll climb a tree, and there I'll be
no society for me
my mom told me to get down before I hurt myself.
now I'm grown, but still O'Loane
and I can't help but think that maybe I was wrong about a lot of things.
and I just wanna go back home and see my family
so have some common decency and set me free, oh let me be
and it's like we're on a farm, but we're all locked up in the barn
now I'll never make it home in time for holiday.