Oh Penrod, you and your questions
They cut you open to see your insides
I don't know if there is a way to stop them
You can start by painting the vivian girls
Do you think I might be fool enough to run away from heaven if I get there?
I think I might be fool enough to run away from heaven if I get there
Walk through life in sterile white tiles
It's not like you want to go out and party
Cower behind vagueness all your life
And in secret
Want to follow the Vivian Girls