I desire to tumble I walk through the garden I don't speak well i mumble To life's little tragedy If you touch me i crumble This song's from the wishing you well Not a boob or a bungle Just another butt to sniff Half our lives surmise For only you to decipher Our reasons are quite tame One by one we die And our secrets die within us There's no one left to blame (shame on me, shame on you) Scratchy cheeks and an earring I scurry to find the camera He's not angry he's seething My pictures always turn out wrong He's not crying he's teething The pains of growing are going fine There's some spit on the ceiling Pretty soon it's going to drop In the bed you lay Praying for sleep and it never comes It never works that way All the rest is done All you really can do is just sit up And start a brand new day (shame on me, shame on you)