Paid up, weathered, and type-O   Clad in gladstone, watch him go   Swimming ‘neath the microscope   Hello lonely, bless the nation   Mister skip to all or none   Wooden soldiers fall upon   Try to find what makes her tick   While they're finding out what makes them sick      I don't know where you find your nerve   I don't know how you choose your words   Speak the ones that suit you worst   Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed   Circle the ones that come alive   Save them for the best of Jill Hives      Been around and left you flat   Tragically decided that   Every child of God's a brat   And she's dying to escape them   But do we really need to see   All her punchdrunk history?   And which of it might hold the key   For the exit to her destiny?      I don't know where you get your nerve   I don't know how you choose your words   Speak the ones that suit you worst   Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed   Circle the ones that come alive   Save them for the best of Jill Hives      I don't know where you find your nerve   I don't know how you choose your words   Speak the ones that suit you worst   Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed   Circle the ones that come alive   Save them for the best of Jill Hives      Number one in all our souls   Trifle in a crystal bowl   Fill it up with nine to five   Save them for the best of Jill Hives