The make-up that you put on your eyes Funny how it falls when he makes you cry Like a clown painted for a disguise With your tiny car, tinker toy, hoops of fire And the pink passion of serenade Is only softly spoken words at the end of the day While lemonade is better in the shade The hot sun’s the only reason that its made, in the first place Barely broken bones are good but not great Still together by a sliver with a slice of pain You fly so high in your plane Until the pressure in your ears makes a fool of your brain So when their submarine is sinkin in the sea I’m gonna dive with em just to see how yellow it can be But this case of beer I hold in my hand Just might bring me salvation, but it surely will be my end