"A Person" lyrics
There's a person
With a set of porcelain teeth
And a pair of emerald eyes
One time I bethought to plod
Beneath the warm gold glittering façade
Where in lieu of fleuves of ruby blood
I found a fougou, got caught in a clotted cream flood
Well, if I were a person
(And I hope I never am one)
I would try to be less of a person, more of a person
If I were a person
(And I hope I never am one)
I would try to be less of a person, more of a person
Less of a pers-
On a whim
Down a gravel driveway
From a winding well-off road
A person gave a push and watched me
Whoosh into the midst of
Risks I was averse to
Out on a limb
Coerced toward a court of obelisks
The burden of pressure bruised my skin more deeply
Than the physical impact did
Nobody else bore witness to it
Somebody bore it to the witnessing
Everybody bored of bearing with me
But could anybody bear to intervene? No!
Inhabiting a captive body
Inhabiting a faceless bag of bones
My sizzling pancake battered head
Still keeps score for imaginary battles below
There's a person-shaped jam-filled pastry
Stand-in for someone I've known
Only a pretzel stick stake
Punched through the piped-in raspberry heart
Can break the thick thrall of that glaze
Spare me more of these saccharine matinees
There's a person
With a jasper disposition
And a yellow diamond mind
Faced by fire, I tried and trod
In the mine with that canary crystal clod
Till the tawdry lace facets failed
And I confronted the fraud that the flames unveiled
Well, if I were a person
(And I hope I never am one)
I would try to be less of a person, more of a person
If I were a person
(And I hope I never am one)
I would try to be less of a person, more of a person
Less of a person, more of a person
Less of a person, more of a person
Less of a person, more of a person
Less of a person
With a set of porcelain teeth
And a pair of emerald eyes
One time I bethought to plod
Beneath the warm gold glittering façade
Where in lieu of fleuves of ruby blood
I found a fougou, got caught in a clotted cream flood
Well, if I were a person
(And I hope I never am one)
I would try to be less of a person, more of a person
If I were a person
(And I hope I never am one)
I would try to be less of a person, more of a person
Less of a pers-
On a whim
Down a gravel driveway
From a winding well-off road
A person gave a push and watched me
Whoosh into the midst of
Risks I was averse to
Out on a limb
Coerced toward a court of obelisks
The burden of pressure bruised my skin more deeply
Than the physical impact did
Nobody else bore witness to it
Somebody bore it to the witnessing
Everybody bored of bearing with me
But could anybody bear to intervene? No!
Inhabiting a captive body
Inhabiting a faceless bag of bones
My sizzling pancake battered head
Still keeps score for imaginary battles below
There's a person-shaped jam-filled pastry
Stand-in for someone I've known
Only a pretzel stick stake
Punched through the piped-in raspberry heart
Can break the thick thrall of that glaze
Spare me more of these saccharine matinees
There's a person
With a jasper disposition
And a yellow diamond mind
Faced by fire, I tried and trod
In the mine with that canary crystal clod
Till the tawdry lace facets failed
And I confronted the fraud that the flames unveiled
Well, if I were a person
(And I hope I never am one)
I would try to be less of a person, more of a person
If I were a person
(And I hope I never am one)
I would try to be less of a person, more of a person
Less of a person, more of a person
Less of a person, more of a person
Less of a person, more of a person
Less of a person
