Smells Like...
He lives inside my head, tells me what to say
When he turns the trains on and
He makes it go away
The hands are cracked and dirty and
The nails are beetle wings
When he turns the trains on
He unties all of the strings
Show me something beautiful
Show me something free
Show me something beautiful
And I wish that I could be
Someone, someone, someone, someone
I wish that I could be
Someone, someone, someone, someone
I wish tomorrow would never ever come, come
Smells like children smells like children
He lives inside my head and
Tells me what to play
The toys all smell like children
And the scab-knees will obey
I'll have to kneel on broomsticks just
To make it go away
And if he turns the trains on
There is nothing I can say
Tell me something beautiful
Tell me something free
Tell me something beautiful
And I wish that I could be
Someone, someone, someone, someone
I wish that I could be
Someone, someone, someone, someone
I wish tomorrow would never ever come, come
Smells like children smells like children
Sometimes I'm feeling molested
Some things I shouldn't say
Told I'm feeling molested
I wish that I'd never, ever
Someone, someone, someone, someone
I wish that I could be
Someone, someone, someone, someone
I wish tomorrow would never ever
Someone, someone, someone, someone
I wish that I could be
Someone, someone, someone, someone
I wish tomorrow would never ever
Tell me something beautiful
Tell me something free
(Smells like children, smells like children)
Tell me something beautiful and I
Wish that I could be
(Smells like children, smells like children)
Smells like children