They say the staples.   They can’t hold a kid together.   They say the staples they can’t hold a kid together.   There’s quiet on his clothes.   With scotch in the clown now and hypochondria caught in the rudders.   There’s no action and it shows.   It’s just resistance.   It’s a funny kind of fall.   It’s just resistance.   The roll-backward slide down a glass wall.   If only they were all such walls.   He wishes he could see a little clearer.   There’s scotch in the clown now and silence from the rudders.   It’s just resistance.   A funny kind of fall and still with interest.   Let’s the roll-back slide down a glass wall.   If only they were such walls.   It’s a funny kind of fall.