Bear, footed, cutter, beans, planes,
snakes and ladders climbing up the gravel wall
Welcome them inside as you watch your
words collide as they try to talk
Show them the door to the gold star
chamber they say after you
Then they all take turns waving flags playing
mastermind held by a thumbscrew
That's you
Yeah, you
Oh, that's you
Waiting for the well
to come to you
Spare me the dose of the
Romeo wisdom that you think is so new
Cause good old fates making monkeys out
of small giant fuggies like you
That's you
Yeah, you
That's you
Waiting for the world,
waiting for the world to come to you
Shelled in the door to the coal star chamber,
they say, after you
Then they all take turns waving flags,
playing masterminds held by a film school
Spare me the dose of the rodeo wisdom
that you think is so new
Cause good old fates making monkeys
out of small -time flunkies like you
That's you
Yeah, you
That's you, waiting for the
world to come to you
That's you, yeah you
Waiting for the world,
waiting for the world
Waiting, waiting,
waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you
Waiting for the world to come to you