Double Parked

Hand in the clouds and I’m afraid to fail
Got a knife in my shoulder and I can’t inhale
I try to quit but I can only quail
And I lost my card that says “Get out of jail”
Plastic people with electric books
Dogs on the street all giving me looks
Not enough shepherds and too many crooks
Not enough mermaids and too many hooks

Foot is the grave; ants in my parts
Wooden leg, thinks it can dance
Ten tin cans full of can’ts
And all my speeches turn into rants
Turn into rants, turn around

Foot on the brake and a face full of cake
Took off my shoes and stepped on a rake
Single shot, double take
Bad faith for goodness sake
Doing my best, I’m deeply depressed
You can’t pet every dog that barks
Remind out to tell you why the tub’s full of sharks
But it’s a long story and I’m double parked

I take a selfie with everything I eat
High five strangers as I walk down the street
My teeth a straight nod my toes are curled
Alive to the jive of the modern world

Lyrics used by permission