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I've earned myself an impossible crime
I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside
and if it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress and count in time
Oh won't you do me the favor man
of forgiving my
poly-morphing opinion here
on your vague outline
Find myself another burning gate
a pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
And this is what you get for pulling pins
another hole inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind...
on a rolling mind
They'll want you to decide
eventually it happens
Some gather on one side
with all their pearlys snapping
They close the basement door
that sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
but now that hardly matters
You're old enough boy
too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel we'll set you up
with some odd convictions
as you're finally golden boy
It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind...
on a rolling mind
I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside
and if it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress and count in time
Oh won't you do me the favor man
of forgiving my
poly-morphing opinion here
on your vague outline
Find myself another burning gate
a pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
And this is what you get for pulling pins
another hole inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind...
on a rolling mind
They'll want you to decide
eventually it happens
Some gather on one side
with all their pearlys snapping
They close the basement door
that sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
but now that hardly matters
You're old enough boy
too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel we'll set you up
with some odd convictions
as you're finally golden boy
It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind...
on a rolling mind
Lyrics submitted by heyheyhey111, edited by NexusA, PapaBrain, pinkredrabbits, embiggenator
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it's about growing up and after you've spent your entire childhood/adolescence being a kid and getting to be carefree and not have to worry about responsibility it seems like all of a sudden the world wants you to be an adult and to take your place in the mold. I think the pins line is referring to the title--think about being on pins and needles--that's the feeling of the child being forced to grow up. And I like the metaphor of the child like a pin cushion who all these people have placed their o(pin)ions in and then pull away expecting the child to be able to stand on his own but all he feels like is full of holes.
pulling pins out of the hole indside the hole your in = rebeling against those forcing him to grow up. but in the end he loses (You're old enough, boy,Too many summers you've enjoyed,So spin the wheel,We'll set you up with some odd convictions). Once he grows up he gets stuck with some job no one wants and he had no say in whether he got it or not<br />