We are like kids in a play   Set in the Victorian age   We only know what to say   Because we practiced at home   Or rehearsed on the bus   Next to kids just like us   Who couldn't help but think we were weird      And you would open your mouth and it would kill me   Just start to speak of the South, like I had been there   And you would forgive yourself as you map my words   I think it's your turn to leave and throw a fit   And I will mumble and grieve and then sigh   Brings the crowd to their feet and almost makes you cry      What if no one comes   What if we get bored   Will you fit my clothes   If we should switch roles   Here we go      We’re like kids in a play   Set in the Victorian age   We only know what to say   Because we practiced at home   Or we rehearsed on the bus   Next to kids just like us   Who couldn't help but think, they couldn’t help it   They couldn’t help it (x3)