Lambchop

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
INTERLUDE:
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
CHORUS:
shame on me, shame on you
(repeat) the song continues with a whole new set of verse lyrics, packed with fantastic kurtisms