Make Me Young

Breakfast of Champions + Regina Spektor = something.


The skies are grey and they break my fall.
And then the clouds will cover all.
There's something transmitting through the air.
It isn't right and isn't fair.
Long life to you.
But the rest of us will make do.


And then I woke up and I thought to myself
"That's quite enough."
Then I woke up, I woke up,
"Time for things to change."


I'm not a set of goddamn numbers.
I'm not a goddamn god.
I'm not a dogdamn dog.
I'm not a set of goddamn numbers.


I'm not a broken text machine.
I'm not fractured, I'm not obscene.
I'm not a faulty feel machine.
I just can't tell you what I mean.
There are cogs and there are clogs
But please
don't throw me to the dogs.


And then I woke up and I thought
"No."
And then you saw and went to rise
And then it had to go.


I'm not a set of goddamn numbers.
I'm not a broken clock.
I've got a good-sized cock.
I'm not a set of goddamn numbers.


I watched the dog leap at my Maker.
I thought he was a faker.
I couldn't help but make a sound
As he fled from me, from my hound.
I don't think it was wrong.
There's no place here that he belongs.


And then I woke up and I thought to myself
"I'm nothing without him."
I woke up, I woke up, I woke up.
Long live the king.