- Title: Mad as Rabbits
- Album: Pretty. Odd
- Year: 2008
A windowsill or I'll sleep in the rain.
Don't you remember when I was a bird
And you were a map ?
Now he drags down miles in America
Briefcase in hand.
The stive is creeping up his spine again,
Can't get enough trash.
He took the day for pageant.
Became as mad as rabbit.
With bushels of bad habits.
Who could ask for anymore ?
Yea who could have more.
His arms were the branches of a christmas tree
Preached the devil in the belfry.
He checked in to learn his clothes
Had been thieved at the train station.
Rope hung his other branch
And at the end was a dog called bambi.
Who was chewing on his Parliaments
When he tried to save the calendar business.
The poor son of a humble chimney
Sweep fell to a cheap crowd.
So stay asleep
And put on that cursive type you know we live in a toy.
Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet
From the Salvation Army,
But there ain't no sunshine in his song.
We must reinvent love.