In the '70s
Giraffes wanted to be clowns
But it didn't work too well
It seemed like a weird coincidence
Watch
Nearly standing still
A foolish thought
Somehow
Reality opens up possibilities
To walk in a daydream
Alone in solitude
Thinking
There's nothing but giraffes and clowns
It all looks the same
And I don't wanna be here
Look at all of them walk around
With no sense of shame
And I don't want to be here
Like-minded fools trapped in a box
Driving like they're taxi drivers
Switch to analog
Better yet
I'm narcoleptic
Peace Treaty in Paris
Decree
Declare
Response
There's nothing but giraffes and clowns
It all looks the same
And I don't wanna be here
Look at all of them walk around
With no sense of shame
And I don't want to be here