Vārdi: Operator Please. Yes Yes Vindictive.

I'm on strings,
so move me,
march march march,
to the beat of no drums.
the lights are on,
but way to bright,
i'm on strings,
so move me.

Paint my, face right,
so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, hey its all wrong, start it again.

By pouring wine,
into a bottemless cup.
By shooting cheap,
what do you achive?
the same answers,
beckoned mroe then once,
Renders the mean,
that you're not listening.

paint my, face right,
so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, hey its all wrong,
start it again.
paint my, face right, so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, hey, its all wrong.

turn a page,
in a blank book,
what do you read,
if the words aren't seen?

Paint my, face right,
so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, hey its all wrong,
start it again.
paint my, face right,
so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, oh.


(Thanks to Jazzy for these lyrics)