You can stick yourself with all those spikes
Play your names and name your games
But you still can't pin down the hedgehog
I mean you still can't do it right can you
If you could just turn on the light
Funny part is you know what's right
Instead we head into the studio on a winter's night
Few souls dwindling in that thing
And you wanna run into a hedgehog to see the spikes on her
It's like writing a song but right this time right?
You know being liar liar-some gets tire tiresome some
But a pattern need not not get old to stay in a body a long long time
And you wanna run into a hedgehog to see the spikes on her
