"Nice Things (The Echo's Edge Mix)" lyrics
Sananda Maitreya Lyrics
(feat. Beatrice Baldaccini)
Ladies and gentlemen, whatever your preferred pronouns
Once again, Beatrice Baldaccini
Now listen to the story of a man named Jed
His monkey fed
His monkey was funky
And he called his monkey monkey Fred
He gave Fred a phone but he broke it on
The first ring
And then Jed said
And this is why we can't have nice things!
And this is why we can't have nice things!
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
Pandora in the kitchen with her brother
They were trying to make
A dinner so delicious
But their mother's dishes they would break
Mama rolls her eyes
To show she's tired of suffering
And she says
And this is why we can't have nice things!
And this is why we can't have nice things!
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
Papa at the table
Drinking from his favorite label waits
He hears another crash
Coming from the stash of mama's plates
He pours another glass
While he's waiting for his chicken wings
And he says
And this is why we can't have nice things!
And this is why we can't have nice things!
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
Their uncle won an Oscar and a golden globe
A double whammy
And for singing songs that he heard in Italy
He won a Grammy
But it slipped through their fingers
And they broke the thing that made him king
Of course he said
And this is why we can't have nice things!
And this is why we can't have nice things!
So this is why we can't have nice things!
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
Once again, Beatrice Baldaccini
Now listen to the story of a man named Jed
His monkey fed
His monkey was funky
And he called his monkey monkey Fred
He gave Fred a phone but he broke it on
The first ring
And then Jed said
And this is why we can't have nice things!
And this is why we can't have nice things!
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
Pandora in the kitchen with her brother
They were trying to make
A dinner so delicious
But their mother's dishes they would break
Mama rolls her eyes
To show she's tired of suffering
And she says
And this is why we can't have nice things!
And this is why we can't have nice things!
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
Papa at the table
Drinking from his favorite label waits
He hears another crash
Coming from the stash of mama's plates
He pours another glass
While he's waiting for his chicken wings
And he says
And this is why we can't have nice things!
And this is why we can't have nice things!
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
Their uncle won an Oscar and a golden globe
A double whammy
And for singing songs that he heard in Italy
He won a Grammy
But it slipped through their fingers
And they broke the thing that made him king
Of course he said
And this is why we can't have nice things!
And this is why we can't have nice things!
So this is why we can't have nice things!
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
She keeps her eyes on
The horizon
