Anarchy and Orange Juice


It's eleven o'clock in the morning and I just got off the phone with mother dear

I'm not sure how to tell you I'm not quit sure what you'll wanna hear

but if you sit down and think about

these past few days and all the shouting

it's obvious I need to leave

it's obvious we're clashing

but we'll keep in touch

cause we spent a while

playing house and throwing our tantrums

I will not forget you

its obvious as friends we're true

so I packed my bags

and walked out the door

now it's time to decide what we're living for

its not anarchy or the orange juice

or the fact that you backed me into a corner or two

it over

I'm not responsible for your entertainment

and I refuse to be criticized

and I see no obligation

to remain in this domain and be patronized

if you want to be easily received

then address me with respect and consideration

maybe see my motivation

as to why I

packed my bags

and walked out the door

now it's time to decide what we're living for

its not anarchy or the orange juice

or the fact that you backed me into a corner or two

it's over

its over

its over and now I can learn to fly

I can fly away

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