The Birthday Present

Have another skin full

Put it in your eye

And if it's lying on the table

Don't be so shy

You should be afraid

Take it everywhere

of you could have the bruises

When the water's on its way

I could be someone you hate

Familiar to the taste

The feather's on the blind --side--

And always on your case

Have another skin full

Put it in your eye

So you pass it, you pass it

The ceiling's black and grey

Pushing your arms with all her weight

You pass it, you pass it

The purple rope won't tear

Why do you rest, when you stare?

The curtains closed again

If your lady's on parade

You take it on the call there

'Cause you could have this made

Because your birthday's getting cold

Just wishing you would go

'Cause we could be much older

If you only did what you're told

Have another skin full

Put it in your eye

And if it's lying on the table

Don't be so shy

So you pass it, you pass it

The ceiling's black and grey

You're pushing your arms with all her weight

Winning the prize for holding shame

You pass it, you pass it

The purple rope won't tear

Why do you rest, when you stare?

So you pass it, you pass it

Not rare, take your hands off all the chairs

Will you play off all the others

If you say it will be fair

Your birthday cards with no presents

With your charms down by your side

Will you play off all the others

You'll go nowhere

If you tiptoe slowly

'Cause you'll go nowhere