Tekst:
Punchline Wait

Little lamb come out of the rain You'll catch your death in the cold A helping hand, come ease your pain In peace, you'll rest in our fold I can be a

You'll be gone tomorrow You'll be gone tomorrow Gone tomorrow Preoccupied with the latest fashion Hip today, hip today With wide open eyes on the next

Respect Always everybody looking for some Respect Who do you think you're gonna get it from? Respect Anybody here deserving of none Respect So tell me

So you're a self proclaimed messiah Or maybe a blasphemes liar A clever hypnotic hoax, a hallowed heretic coax Who tells these stories so old No, never

To get to the other side? I'm still waiting for the punchline And whoever said, the grass always grows Greener on the other side I'm still waiting for the punchline

Sun going up making its rounds It keeps on moving, painting the town Before you know it, she's sinking low So tell me something Something I don't already

We rely on subtle points and stabs at biting humour to reveal our tired roles of slave and domination who did you enlighten today humiliate to sell

Wait...I said, underneath my breath as she turned away from me. Never did I see the look in her eye because her back was turned to me. Maybe if I had

broke The way I feel today Makes me wonder if life is truly a joke Well I'm waiting for the punchline And I've been here for seven days I'm waiting for