Pick a piece of paper from the pickles on view
And part the P's like the P's don't care
Despite that the pox it found him in incredible health
And the test was a minor scare
Whatever's sensible
They made their mother mix my multiple heads
'Til the aches on their mansion grew
And then it becomes a metaphor for holding your own
You keep it down 'cos it's good for you
Whatever's sensible
Like owning your own house was ever sensible
Like taking your time was ever sensible
Like watching your back was ever sensible
What's wrong with getting what you want