The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security
Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation
Hope never leaves you alone
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread

The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security  
Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly 
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation

Fooled by the dribble of worry and waste
Hope never leaves you alone  
While the moon-eyed girl blossoms in the scattered moments of jubilation
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread 

Hope never leaves you alone
Voices berate me into making up stories that just don’t fly 
I wish I were full of donuts rather than existential dread 
The man with his fetish, like a baby with its blanket, has security 

In the fine art of dog play
Below the waist has its own set of values
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond
Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life

In the fine art of dog play
Below the waist has its own set of values
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond 

Below the waist has its own set of values
Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge  
Always attempting to see what’s besides, behind, and beyond
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life 

Spontaneous messages of irrational knowledge 
Special messages revealed by babies, dogs and drunks 
Delusions are usually necessary to get through life
In the fine art of dog play