Afternoons And Coffeespoons
Crash Test Dummies
God Shuffled His Feet (1993)

What is it that make me just a little be queasy?
There’s a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy
I’ve had my lungs checked out with x rays
I’ve smelled the hospital hallways

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Times when the day is like a play be sartre
When it seems a bookburning’s in perfect order-
I gave the doctor my description
I’ve tried to stick to my persciptions

Someday I’ll have a disappearing hairline
Someday I’ll wear pyjamas in the daytime

Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and t.s. eliot

Maybe if I couls do a play-by-playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I’ve watched the summer evenings pass by
I’ve heard the rattle in my bronchi...