Seatbelt On Lyrics

My tumbling ocean of dismay! A life jacket is putting up
a fight. By the bathroom you wish to say, 'It's not an
ocean at all.' One must ask what is it then? 'A small
puddle in a clawfoot tub.' Yes, for certain, but look
again. I grasp breathless for the wall. And you're just
standing there in the slippers your grandma sewed. It's
like you don't even seem to care. You've no emotion at
all. I've put my seatbelt on, secured, my hope's all
gone. Oh no, there is no sense in waiting with all my
watch springs broken and you can save your joke about
the timely death of some far-right senator who failed to put his seatbelt on. But this song's not about politics,
just the guy in the hall who's blowing kisses at you and
then hurling bricks toward my end of the hall. Yeah, but
isn't that always the way? The cards are dealt without
any reason. Hey, at least I've got rhymes today, though
they're predictable, all. I've put my seatbelt on. (Do
ron, a do ron ron.) Oh no, there is no sense in waiting
just so I can reek of smoke and you can save your joke
about the misadventures of some equally shy and equally
young fool who, despite his deathwish, still put his
seatbelt on.

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