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Willard!

Will Wood

7

"Where your nightmares end"

You know I couldn′t hurt a fly, my friendI'm not the type to step on ants

I′ve nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps

More for the plights of mice than men

See, I myself have been stepped on so many times

It's started to feel like my place

I've failed to fit in into those nests that scrape the sky

Is there room for me in your cage?

Animals are people too, but these people are animals

Hunt in packs and act as though that proves we can′t survive alone

And I guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection though

Shame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest control

Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all

But I just get bear necessities, hakuna matatas and c′est le vie's

Que sera sera′s, what a crock!

I mean, big talk for a chimpanzee

You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out

It's awful out here, Socrates!

I′ve never understood what humans do and want

It's quite confusing to me to try to connect

Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted

Just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect

Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours

Chew through their garage doors, these carnivores will no more use my heart

They′ll call me crazy but their words all seem made up to me

Maybe they just need more friendship like yours

So gather around Pandora's Skinner's Box, look through the one-way mirror

If you can see in shades of gray the colors are much clearer

Oh, my friend, you′ve got a friend in me

Let′s go and make more enemies

Although my eyes face forward, climb up on my shoulder

Sure you'll see my point of view, I′d bring you with me

To my office in my pocket, but the world would put us down

Lock me up and toss the key

You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out

It's dangerous out here, Socrates!

It′s lonely out here, Socrates!