Will Wood - Willard! lyrics
[Will Wood - Willard! lyrics]
(Where Your Nightmares End)
You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend
I'm not the type to step on ants
I've nearly cried for moths that
Die at porchlight lamps
More for the plights of mice than men
See, I myself have been stepped
On so many times
It's started to feel like my place
I've failed to fit in into those
Nests that scrape the sky
Is there room for me in your cage?
Animals are people too
But these people are animals
Hunt in packs and act as though
That proves wе can't survive alone
And I guess wе just evolved disgust
For prevention of infection though
Shame was an invention made
For prisons, pales
And pest control
Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all
But I just get bear necessities
Hakuna matatas and c'est le vie's
Que sera sera's, what a crock. I mean
Big talk for a chimpanzee
You might seem behind bars, but friend
This cage is inside out
It's awful out here, Socrates
I've never understood what humans
Do and want
It's quite confusing to me to try to connect
Never learned how I should feel
Instincts somehow stunted
Just seem haunted by my
Stupid urge to protect
Until frustration makes me wish my
Teeth were sharp as yours
Chew through their garage doors
These carnivores will no more use my heart
They'll call me crazy but their words
All seem made-up to me
Maybe they just need more
Friendship like yours
Gather 'round Pandora's Skinner's Box
Look through the one-way mirror
If you can see in shades of
Gray the colors are much clearer
Oh, my friend
You've got a friend in me. Let's
Go and make more enemies
Although my eyes face forward
Climb up on my shoulder
Sure you'll see my point of view
I'd bring you with me
To the office in my pocket
But the world would put us down
Lock me up and toss the key
You might seem behind bars, but friend
This cage is inside out
It's dangerous out here, Socrates
It's lonely out here, Socrates
(...Willard Begins)
(Tear 'em up)
(No, Willard! Willard, no)
You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend
I'm not the type to step on ants
I've nearly cried for moths that
Die at porchlight lamps
More for the plights of mice than men
See, I myself have been stepped
On so many times
It's started to feel like my place
I've failed to fit in into those
Nests that scrape the sky
Is there room for me in your cage?
Animals are people too
But these people are animals
Hunt in packs and act as though
That proves wе can't survive alone
And I guess wе just evolved disgust
For prevention of infection though
Shame was an invention made
For prisons, pales
And pest control
Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all
But I just get bear necessities
Hakuna matatas and c'est le vie's
Que sera sera's, what a crock. I mean
Big talk for a chimpanzee
You might seem behind bars, but friend
This cage is inside out
It's awful out here, Socrates
I've never understood what humans
Do and want
It's quite confusing to me to try to connect
Never learned how I should feel
Instincts somehow stunted
Just seem haunted by my
Stupid urge to protect
Until frustration makes me wish my
Teeth were sharp as yours
Chew through their garage doors
These carnivores will no more use my heart
They'll call me crazy but their words
All seem made-up to me
Maybe they just need more
Friendship like yours
Gather 'round Pandora's Skinner's Box
Look through the one-way mirror
If you can see in shades of
Gray the colors are much clearer
Oh, my friend
You've got a friend in me. Let's
Go and make more enemies
Although my eyes face forward
Climb up on my shoulder
Sure you'll see my point of view
I'd bring you with me
To the office in my pocket
But the world would put us down
Lock me up and toss the key
You might seem behind bars, but friend
This cage is inside out
It's dangerous out here, Socrates
It's lonely out here, Socrates
(...Willard Begins)
(Tear 'em up)
(No, Willard! Willard, no)