Smells Like...
He lives inside my mouth and tells me what to say
When he turns the trains on and he makes it go away
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 say
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 all those things
The things I shouldn't say
Sometimes I'm feeling all those things
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