Pick a piece of paper from the pickles on view   And part the P's like the P's don't care   Despite that the pox it found him in incredible health   And the test was a minor scare.      Whatever's sensible.      They made their mother mix my multiple heads   'Til the aches on their mansion grew   And then it becomes a metaphor for holding your own   You keep it down 'cos it's good for you.      Whatever's sensible.      Like owning your own house was ever sensible   Like taking your time was ever sensible   Like watching your back was ever sensible   What's wrong with getting what you want?