The Leg We Stand On

Don't let the curtains bring you down Remember, Mary is a privilege We own this town, you said We own this town, you said A far cry from friendly So then flee Flee Flee Flee There are no constructs in my mind To speak of, when I think, (uh?), I think about you There are no spires for us to climb up and touch A benevolent hand is necessarily a bad thing So was spring Spring Spring Spring So what, the laid traps I'll snap shut I agree some things should be banned Like wasting all your charms on the first day as planned There's something perhaps even more obscene Misplacing the leg that you stand on Mary means nothing to you What she read was stupid Mary means nothing to you Everyone's singing, everything's true Everyone's singing, everything's true